Bubba would often talk about how his life had been suffused with a grace that was beyond his comprehension. He believed that was the essence of God, and today he was telling his congregation that if God could love him—of all people—it was a sure sign that God loved everyone created in His image. That last Sunday of October 2023 would be the last Sunday of Bubba Copeland's life. |
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A no-bullshit guide to annoying habits that actually work: cold plunges, microdosing psilocybin, and testosterone treatments. |
| Twenty-six years ago, Barton McNeil called 911 to report that his three-year-old daughter had died in the night. It was the worst thing that could ever happen to any parent. Then a new nightmare began. |
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Kravitz approaches life with a side-eyed, surreal sense of humor that is very much at odds with her public persona. This sensibility has governed how she has responded to everything that's come since. To years of self-hate and insecurity; to an industry—a world—that rewards neither loyalty nor sanity; to professional rejection and personal heartache; to the ill will of web commenters and a doubting public. Her ability to laugh despite, well, everything is "something that gets me through life." And that offbeat sense of humor is partly what makes Blink Twice—her directorial debut and the biggest creative swing of her career—so damn watchable. Nearly a decade in the making, Kravitz's bombshell social critique both terrifies and enrages. |
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An extraordinary firsthand account. |
| The actors play brothers battling for power on the second season of HBO's Game of Thrones prequel, House of the Dragon. Off camera, they're keeping each other humble. |
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The business was two decades old at the time and thriving. Pre-Internet, the market for gay-porn magazines was highly lucrative. Along with a hundred magazine titles and a handful of mistresses, Mavety amassed a fortune of up to $36 million during the twenty-six years he ran the company. Magazines had been in people's lives for more than a hundred years. And as long as God made little boys, a percentage would grow up wanting to see man-on-man action. What could go wrong? The pay sucked, but every day was an Andy Warhol short film. |
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 A brand new year is upon us. Don't panic. I know this past year flew by. The easiest way to slow time down is to be in the moment. Focus on your senses and surroundings. The holiday lights are up and glittering. The jolly chatter of your favorite holiday movie is tickling your ear. The smells of pine and fresh baked cookies are in the air. And you're warm and comfortable. But what's going to appeal to your sense of taste? The right answer is a tall flute of crisp, bubbly champagne, obviously. |
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From clothing and footwear to accessories and home goods, take up to 40% off on these essentials. |
| How does Count Orlok go number two? "That was the only thing that was easy to take off, were the fingers," Skarsgård says. |
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I might be the only person on this planet to have not yet seen Industry, so my point of reference for this week's subject, Ken Leung, is not the character Eric Tao but Miles Straume of Lost fame. It's one of my favorite TV shows of all time. Before his breakout roles in Rush Hour and The Sopranos, Leung grew up in Manhattan, moving to Brooklyn in high school and finally settling in the New Jersey suburbs. He tells me he discovered acting during his junior year of college at NYU by accident. "I was taking a speech class and we had to write and perform a skit," he remembers. When his friend noticed how much he enjoyed it, he suggested he take acting. |
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For collectors, enthusiasts, and budding writers alike. |
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It's going to break any minute now. Martini mania, we mean. A passion for martinis has ebbed and surged in American culture over the decades, and we're in the midst of a high tide. It may've started around 2015 or 2016. It's cresting now. The signs are everywhere. "But everyone's ordering martinis!" you say? Well, ubiquity can quickly bleed into oversaturation. The beauty of a martini is rooted in its icy simplicity: traditionally it is a cold, clear thing that goes well with hot, salty things. It fell out of favor decades ago when the martini began to cheapen itself through sugary dalliances with apples and pineapples. And as you can see here, even in our list of the very best versions in the United States of America, a tendency toward Fall of the Roman Empire absurdity and decadence has begun to emerge: a martini that's actually just a beer, martinis infused with cheese, a martini that you pour on top of ice cream. We love them. We really do. That's why they're here. And, after all, the martini and Esquire go way, way back. |
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