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Esquire’s ‘Make Your Morning Commute More Stylish’ Is Questionable Advice

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By HVmedia
September 11, 2013 at 12:02 pm



This is a simple back-end error, and it really could happen to any website. But on 9/11, this mistaken style advice is most questionable:

via @ekaiser

via @ekaiser

As of post time, the error is still live, on every page, in the right-hand rail. Eagle eyes on Emily Kaiser, who first spotted it.

Esquire fixed the glitch, but they may have pissed some people off with this tweet telling everybody to “relax.” That’s an unforced error.

esquire relax

But, and this is important, the feature that inspired the photo glitch is amazing. It originally ran in 2003, and it’s that good that they 100% should have reprinted it 10 years later. READ THIS.

They began jumping not long after the first plane hit the North Tower, not long after the fire started. They kept jumping until the tower fell. They jumped through windows already broken and then, later, through windows they broke themselves. They jumped to escape the smoke and the fire; they jumped when the ceilings fell and the floors collapsed; they jumped just to breathe once more before they died. They jumped continually, from all four sides of the building, and from all floors above and around the building’s fatal wound. They jumped from the offices of Marsh & McLennan, the insurance company; from the offices of Cantor Fitzgerald, the bond-trading company; from Windows on the World, the restaurant on the 106th and 107th floors — the top. For more than an hour and a half, they streamed from the building, one after another, consecutively rather than en masse, as if each individual required the sight of another individual jumping before mustering the courage to jump himself or herself. One photograph, taken at a distance, shows people jumping in perfect sequence, like parachutists, forming an arc composed of three plummeting people, evenly spaced. Indeed, there were reports that some tried parachuting, before the force generated by their fall ripped the drapes, the tablecloths, the desperately gathered fabric, from their hands. They were all, obviously, very much alive on their way down, and their way down lasted an approximate count of ten seconds. They were all, obviously, not just killed when they landed but destroyed, in body though not, one prays, in soul. One hit a fireman on the ground and killed him; the fireman’s body was anointed by Father Mychal Judge, whose own death, shortly thereafter, was embraced as an example of martyrdom after the photograph — the redemptive tableau — of firefighters carrying his body from the rubble made its way around the world.

SEE ALSO:
‘I Knew You’d Come’: How a Son Found His Father on 9/11
12 Years On, Let Our Reflections on 9/11 Be Only a Brief Pause

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