The origin story is legend, told to prospective students, printed in karate magazines, plastered on the wall of the franchise's New Jersey headquarters: One day in 1972, Schulmann's older brother Ben crawled home from the bus stop after anti-Semitic bullies broke his leg. It had been a long road for the Schulmann family to this small house in West Haverstraw, New York. His father, David, grew up in Berlin in the 1930s and fled the Nazis as a boy. His family made it all the way to Shanghai, just in time for the Japanese to lock them in an internment camp. Through a chain-link fence, little David watched the imperial army practice karate and then use those skills to rough up Chinese civilians. Seeing martial arts in action made a lasting impression on him. |
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No matter what name it goes by nowadays (Max? HBO Max? HBO Go?!?!) HBO is HBO. The king of premium cable is still a major player in the streaming wars, holding its own against Netflix, Amazon, and Disney/Hulu with its exclusive platform Max. I mean, seriously: What TV brand out there can you identify by the sound of channel static? In 2025, Max is showing signs of swerving away from pouring oodles of money into risky, big-budget productions into what's tried and true. The buzziest show of the year isn't another Thrones spin-off. It's The Pitt, a show that would have slaughtered in the ratings on primetime network TV decades ago. But The Pitt isn't the only show worth keeping an HBO—sorry, Max—subscription active. |
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The suit, as we know it, has remained largely unchanged for the past 200 years. If you were walking down London's Jermyn Street in 1825, you wouldn't see much denim, or many pairs of sneakers, but you'd see suits as you recognize them today: a tailored jacket with lapels and matching trousers. The modern suit, allegedly, was popularized by 19th-century socialite Beau Brummell, who broke from the much grander, regally minded tradition of ornate, embroidered jackets and breeches that finished just below the knee, by insisting on neat, unadorned jackets and trousers that ran all the way to the ankle and boots. It must have had quite the impact, because it defined the way men have dressed ever since. So if you're new to tailoring, and its various avenues and options feel a little oblique and esoteric, then allow us to enlighten you with this, our ultimate guide to suits. |
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Listen, there's a lot to keep up with in America right now, it is mostly embarrassing, and self-care dictates that we be judicious with where we focus our attention. I get it. But South Carolina representative Nancy Mace is really on one this week, and if you've got a taste for train wrecks, this is the one to watch. As you've probably seen by now, a constituent apparently confronted Mace last weekend in a South Carolina Ulta Beauty, asking her when she would be holding a town hall. This exchange of ideas did not go great. |
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Need a reminder of documentary filmmaking's boundless power? You'll find it about halfway through Netflix's latest docuseries, The Clubhouse: A Year With the Red Sox. Filmmaker Greg Whiteley spent the entire 2024 season with the Boston baseball team. But true to Whiteley's characteristically nuanced work in the sports-doc space, this is no puff piece. "There's always going to be an audience and a market for true stories well told," Whiteley told me last week, as we spoke about how his work has remained so resonant amidst the challenges of the streaming era. "I feel like I'm [Daniel Plainview] from There Will Be Blood. I just found a well, I'm digging, and there's still oil coming out of it. So I'm not going to move the well yet. But there's other areas where we could apply this same craft and drill and I think we'd still strike oil." |
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I spent 14 years in Catholic school and eight years as an altar boy. I've heard all the jokes, but if you think you have an original one, leave it in the comments. All that time, I avoided church as much as possible. I ignored my church's youth group and the cardboard cutout of Pope Francis those kids carried around. But postgrad, peak-Covid, and just before a family tragedy that expedited the process, Pope Francis made me Catholic again. Now I'm the only Gen Z practicing Catholic on the Esquire editorial team, so I get to write a column. Whatever your religious persuasion, or lack thereof, I urge you to be more like Pope Francis, who died Easter Monday. Ignore the discussion around his death. You and I—the whole world, in fact—will be better off if we focus on him. That's the greatest compliment you can give a man. |
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