"NIGHTINGALE" Jimmy the Bartender Q:I think my buddy has a drinking problem. We go out together, though. So I'm wondering how I raise my concerns without sounding like a complete hypocrite?
A: Take it from a guy who's had to deny more than a few desperate men their alcoholic ambrosia: It's never easy to tell a guy he needs help. But this isn't about your looking like a hypocrite; it's about your having the BBs not to stand idle while he kills himself or someone else. Yes, there's going to be a confrontation. Yes, he's going to try to turn this around on you. Yes, you have to do it. So strap on a set and do it.
Ten Designers for the 21st Century No one knows precisely how men will dress in fifty years, but we will almost certainly be wearing some version of these classics that embody men's style at its best. Here, their designers describe how they are evolving and point to what's next.
Hot Seat Whenever a product remains popular for more than a century, you can bet that it does what it promises and it does it well. Such is the case for Brooks England Ltd., which produces handsome, hand made leather saddles for cyclers of the traditional sort.
10 Words You Mispronounce That Make People Think You're an Idiot COMMENT "I must interject for just a moment and point out how audacious it is to claim that “snuck” and “irregardless” are not words. What may seem a bastardization is just the natural evolution of language. Language grows, expands, and changes with time. Both of those examples are now accepted as part of the American lexicon and should be respected as such. If anything is to be addressed, it should be the misuse of irregardless in place of regardless."
The Zeroes: My Misadventures in the Decade Wall Street Went Insane ABOUT What "Liar's Poker" was to the 1980s, "The Zeroes" is to the first decade of the new century: an insider's memoir of a gilded era when Wall Street went insane-and took the rest of us down with it.
Randall Lane never set out to become a Wall Street power broker. But during the decade he calls the Zeroes, he started a small magazine company that put him near the white-hot center of the biggest boom in history. Almost by accident, a man who drove a beat-up Subaru and lived in a rented walk-up became the go-to guy for big shots with nine-figure incomes.
Lane's saga began with a simple idea: a glossy magazine exclusively for and about traders, which would treat them like rock stars and entice them to splurge on luxury goods. "Trader Monthly" was an instant hit around the world. Wall Streeters loved the spotlight, and advertisers like Gulfstream, Maybach, and Bulgari loved the marketing opportunity.
To accelerate the buzz, Lane's staff threw parties featuring celebrities, premium steaks, cigars, and top-shelf vodka. Nothing was too expensive or too outrageous. Private jets in Napa Valley. Casino nights in London. And $1,000-a- seat boxing matches in New York, where traders from Goldman Sachs and Bear Stearns pounded each other in front of tuxedoed throngs.
Before long, Wall Street's rich and powerful trusted Lane as a fellow insider-the guy who could turn an anonymous trader into a cover model and media darling. And the rest of the world sought him out as a way to tap into Wall Street's riches. As he emptied his bank account to help keep his little company afloat, he became a nexus for the absurd. Traders who turned 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina into multimillion-dollar windfalls. John McCain closing out the craps tables during an all-night gambling binge. Pop artist Peter Max hustling hundreds of thousands of dollars by selling traders paint-by-numbers portraits. Al Gore, John Travolta, Moby. Corrupt Caribbean rulers, the mobsters from "Goodfellas", the pope. And a retired baseball star turned market guru named Lenny Dykstra, whose rise and fall was a great metaphor for the decade. All played roles in Lane's increasingly surreal world.
When the crash of 2008 hit, Lane's company and life savings were destroyed along with the high-flying traders and dealmakers his magazines exalted. But Lane walked away with something more lasting: an incredible true story, told by a skilled writer and reporter who sat squarely in the middle of one of the critical periods in modern financial and cultural history. People will turn to The Zeroes for many years to come, to find out what the era was really like.
Ugly Betty Dear Drapers: A Letter to Mad Men's First Family from Their Black Maid "I wish I had more time to myself like you so I could walk around the house in little salmon pink cigarette pants and maybe go horseback riding and then have sex with a strange hot man in a bar. That sounds awesome. I sure as hell wouldn't be bored and sad and purse my lips and blink a lot. Poor Betty with your housewife malaise boo hoo you look like Grace Kelly wah wah wah. I'm crying so hard I can barely breathe. Oh no, wait, that's the oppressive racism of the world I live in."
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