Milwaukee in the 1960s was a lot like Silicon Valley in the 2000s—the center of the action. Everyone wanted to work in beer. The industry was stylish and sexy. And perhaps the only thing that flowed more freely and frequently than the brew itself was the cash. How did Milwaukee earn its title of Beer Capital of the World? Thank immigrants, specifically Germans. Between 1820 and 1900, nearly five million Germans immigrated to the U.S., and where go Germans, beer often follows. Now, if you're the typical beer drinker under the age of fifty, you might only know Schlitz as a brand with the sheen of nostalgia that'll set you back seven dollars a can at your local hipster watering hole—an ironic middle finger to all the microbrews currently flooding the market. But when Bob Martin came rolling into 1950s Milwaukee—a segregated and very working-class city in the heart of the rust belt—it was a place where if you put in a forty-hour workweek at a local bottling plant, you could raise a family and easily settle into a middle-class lifestyle. |
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When my son Sam was seven or eight years old, he spent a good bit of time on weekends upside down on a floral-print armchair in our living room. In one hand, he held Batman; in the other, Robin. Surely the Joker lurked nearby. I would be sitting on the couch a few feet away, legal pad in my lap, writing. I'm a magazine journalist. Sam and I could stay locked in our spots for hours at a time. I was sure he was happy as could be, in the land of escape, good guys winning over bad. But it's etched in memory for Sam, what it was really like for him in that living room when he was young. |
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Naked toes. In public. The very thought of it makes some guys shudder. Others have a more laissez-faire attitude toward the issue. And others still are full-blown enthusiasts, ready and raring to let their dogs out as soon as the weather gets warm. Is it any wonder that the sandals question—how to wear them, where to wear them, whether to wear them at all—is one of the most hotly debated topics in the world of menswear? We're not here to fight with the anti-sandal crowd. As we said earlier this summer on the topic of shorts, it's too damn hot to abide by some self-imposed restriction and suffer because of it. If you prefer shoes, go forth and be happy. But if you're in the mood to let your little piggies see the sunlight this summer, you've come to the right place. | |
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For the last few decades, superheroes have reigned supreme over popular culture. Though their origins are rooted in comic books, franchises like the Marvel Cinematic Universe rule the box office and fundamentally change how we interact with movies. Still, only a handful superhero movies deserve recognition as some of the best of all time. Even as superhero movies—and certainly their budgets—grow bigger and better, it doesn't matter whether their powers come from radioactive spiders or magical rings from outer space. As Spider-Man's uncle famously says, "with great power, comes great responsibility." Superhero movies are all about good triumphing over evil, and that's a feeling that never gets old. With James Gunn's Superman and Marvel's The Fantastic Four: First Steps proving that superhero movies are here to stay, here are 25 of the best superhero movies ever. |
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I'm a Luddite, but a very discerning Luddite. A watch tells me when to stand up? No thanks. A TV that talks? I hate that. I haven't gotten a new iPhone in five years, because I don't think the cameras on the new one are important enough to give up the portability of my iPhone 12 Mini. This goes beyond tech, though. I'll never ditch my stiff-ass jeans for plasticky stretch chinos in the name of "comfort." And nothing in this world interests me less than travel-hack products. But I was an early adopter of thiese two-in-one duffel-slash-garment bags (before TikTok made them a Thing), and I've fallen for them hard. I've fallen so hard that I only use hard-sided luggage when I'm testing brands for this magazine, and usually it's my wife who's using those suitcases. (A Rimowa is the only thing that I'd break this stance for.) In the past two years, I've taken weeklong trips to Paris, Dubai, Seoul, and all over the U.S., and every time I only take one garment duffel. I can't stress enough how this has changed my traveling. |
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It's the only foolproof way to have an amazing sex life: define the sex and define the amazingness yourself. Nobody knows this better than nonmonogamists. Their world is almost exclusively mapped out solipsistically by the participants themselves—the swingers and open-married and polyamorists. I've met them. Luis in Boston. Alan in San Francisco. Sami in D.C. Raúl in Queens. Jason in Nashville. Haoyu in Seattle. Danny in Brooklyn. All married. Spoiler alert: We did more than meet. Actually, I think of them as wedded but not married—bonded and bound, but certainly not partnered. In our conversations about their significant others, there's little sense of equality or fairness—and so no fullness. Mostly convenience, habit, and obligation. "Maybe habit and love are the same thing for some," said one, who told me he proposed to his long-term, sexless companion because "we got too comfortable with each other." |
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