Cooper Fleishman sits down with Moriel Rothman, an American in Israel who will go to jail rather than be forced to join the Israeli Armed Forces.
Upon finding porn on his son’s computer, a father leaves him a note full of love, empathy and compassion… And tips for getting virus-free pornography.
Cooper Fleishman reports on the comments made by Rage Against the Machine’s Tom Morello’s comments about Paul Ryan claiming Rage is his favorite band.
Cooper Fleishman reports on one man’s experiment giving up pornography.
Two slam poets with Brave New Voices deliver this fearless indictment of hipster cultural appropriation and all its collateral damage.
Cooper Fleishman reports on the video of a special needs child being burned, screamed at and beaten up on a school bus, and wonders what could have been done to prevent such horrifying abuse.
Cooper Fleishman hopes 17 year-old sexual assault victim Savanna Dietrich will be shown the same leniency in sentencing for violating a gag order that her attackers were shown in their punishments.
Curtis Luciani and Cooper Fleishman imagine how rape jokes would be different were the gender roles in comedy reversed.
Cooper Fleishman is horrified that despite Sweden’s gender-neutral rape laws, a case was thrown out because the victim was a transwoman.
“Nice to see that advertisers are finally discovering this new, remarkable world where fathers are active parents rather than perpetually befuddled, gym-shorts-wearing dinguses whose biggest concern is not buying soda that’s for women.”
Before we crap ourselves with righteous male indignation, let’s gain some perspective.
Want to know who’s responsible for spinning your $40,000 loan into $100,000 over 12 years and crushing you if you can’t afford it?
A new generation of men, long misrepresented in the media, is finding its (wildly diverse) voice.
Let’s be honest, even though you may never put together a handmade wreath, these how-tos are pretty damn addictive.
Hint: It’s in really poor taste.
We know that fantasy is exactly that: fantasy. So I’m begging, please, Esquire, stop pretending like it’s not.