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It looked like the uproar over Sydney Sweeney's American Eagle ad had quieted down, then President Trump weighed in this week. Esquire's Dave Holmes looked at the whole reaction to the affair–both that of the left and right–and walked away with a counterintuitive and insightful opinion. He lays it all in a new column, which is also very funny. You can read it below. – Michael Sebastian, editor-in-chief Plus: |
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American Eagle's Sydney Sweeney ad unleashed an overpowering response from the right's power base. Their message: the left is looney. The reality is something far different.
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Last week, America was consumed by The Sydney Sweeney Story, which seemed to quiet down over the weekend until President Trump weighed in. But the thing is, The Sydney Sweeney Story is not The Story. The Story is what this whole affair reveals about us—and it's much more concerning than the copy for a denim ad.
If you have somehow managed to miss this debacle, congratulations on a life well lived, but here is where your luck runs out: two weeks ago, the apparel brand American Eagle posted a video on its YouTube featuring the actor Sydney Sweeney, who tells us: "Genes are passed down from parents to offspring, often determining traits like hair color, personality, and even eye color." After a long pan up her American Eagle Canadian tuxedo-clad body, she says into the camera: "My jeans are blue." The tagline "Sydney Sweeney Has Great Genes" appears onscreen. |
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Tulsans, rejoice: Sylvester Stallone is back. It's been a little over half a year since his Tulsa King character, Dwight "the General" Manfredi, was kidnapped from his bed at the end of the Paramount+ drama's season 2 finale. His mysterious captors told the former Mafia capo that "you work for us now" before the credits kept audiences guessing.
Though the first teaser trailer for season 3 (below), debuting exclusively in Esquire, doesn't reveal their identities just yet—it seems Manfredi safely leaves the situation with a clear goal in mind. This season, he's got his eye on adding the Montague Distillery to his roster of legitimate (and not-so-legitimate) businesses.
"The distillery is an interesting business," Manfredi says in the trailer, "and we got to know to the enemy." |
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At our big city New York office, no one really understands why you'd write about pocket knives or buying them on sale at Amazon. But I'm the resident redneck here at Esquire, the Hank Williams Jr. character from "A Country Boy Can Survive." I haven't known a world where guys don't have folding knives on them at all times. My dad has never left the house without one and has surrendered plenty to TSA. Starting with both my grandfathers, as far back as we can trace, my family was farmers. Though not adventurous to be trappers, a knife was still an occupational tool, something a father gifts a son or a general gift for men to give each other.
I do not live that life. I'm as far removed from it as you can get. Having a knife on the street in New York isn't illegal, but it's certainly frowned upon. I still have a Case Trapper on my desk, but the closest it's come to a harvest is opening a package with my Lucchese's in it. I do, however, use it everyday. Sometimes "use" is opening a package, cutting a thread, or fiddling with it while I think about quitting my job and getting serious about my garden. Point is, there's still place for a pocket life in modern life. I'm here to make the case for my Case Trapper. |
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