This just in from Sam Alito: “Wahhh!” The Supreme Court Justice has been complaining in the press that he’s had a hard time dealing with the repercussions of his helping overturning Roe v. Wade. Esquire columnist Charles P. Pierce explains perfectly why we shouldn’t feel bad for the guy, below. —Chris Hatler, deputy editor
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The poor, poor baby has been whining that he lost friends over his decision to overturn Roe v. Wade.
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It was the first Monday in October, so it was Opening Day for the carefully constructed conservative majority on the United States Supreme Court. In a CBS interview, Justice Samuel Alito threw out the ceremonial first bullshit. Alito had taken ill at a recent Federalist Society dinner in March, so the news out of the interview was about the possibility of Alito’s retirement. (Why the hell a Supreme Court justice was at a Federalist Society hootenanny is another question for another time.) Nevertheless, speculation on Alito’s retirement might have drowned out the real news in the interview: that Justice Samuel Alito is as big a whiner as exists on the American Right.
Is it being uncivil to point out that Alito’s Dobbs decision was something a number of women have been unable to live with at all?
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A couple of weeks ago, I wrote an article on fall essentials. The premise of the post, at its most basic, was that the world of menswear seems to be returning to nice, normal clothing. This is good news. I embrace it. I endorse it. But I also believe that you’ve got to get a little freaky with your wardrobe from time to time.
In the spirit of the latter sentiment, I present to you a slightly different list of light jackets to wear this fall. Instead of focusing on the stuff you already know and probably already own—your standard truckers, Harringtons, field jackets, and the like—I encourage you to wander just a little bit off the beaten path.
You don’t need me to tell you, in 2026, that a chore jacket can be a nice, casual substitute for a blazer. Why not mix it up and have some fun during this brief, beautiful period in which the light jacket is the star of your wardrobe? Let it shine, man! Let it do its damn thing.
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When Yellowstone ended, Kayce Dutton (Luke Grimes) vowed to leave his family’s violent legacy behind. He sold the ranch, kept a small patch of land for himself to live on, and promised his son Tate (Brecken Merrill) that he would seek a life of peace. Good ending, no? Well, Marshals changed all that. Kayce is now a U.S. Marshal—a job that requires him to run headfirst into danger and risk his life to gun down criminals every episode. On top of all that, he’s still fighting to protect his little slice of heaven. And though he says every day that he’s trying to leave his father’s way of life behind, it seems he’s not really helping himself at all.
It’s funny, because the largest criticism of Marshals’s first season was that it didn’t feel like Yellowstone enough. Most episodes of the CBS entry’s police-procedural formula just added a little bit of Kayce Dutton sprinkled on top. And when Marshals did go full Yellowstone—see the season 1 finale cliff-hanger that left every character for dead—it felt like we were betraying Kayce’s new journey by retreading plots from Yellowstone’s past. It all feels a bit like they’re damned if they do, damned if they don’t. But at the same time, Marshals consistently feels like a series that’s at war with itself.
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