It’s inarguable that Kanye West is the zeitgeist—but that fact feels cloying now, where it once felt like a thrill.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own. Today fashion week, Chrissy Teigen, and rapper beef are feeling rather meh.
Society has built up a problematic narrative where the ideal woman acts in a very particular way: she doesn’t care about superficial things (make-up, fashion), yet always manages to look and feel perfect despite that. Call it Jennifer Lawrence syndrome, if you will.
We all have individual hierarchies of beauty and hygiene importance, which often read as superficial. But leaving it at that is shortsighted–for my writerly ass, at least. If we really consider what it is that we privilege over the myriad other options, out choices tend to spell something out about our larger values or interests.
Why do I care about Paris this weekend? Because it’s playing host to THE wedding of our time, during which all things good and holy [“I am a God”] and branded with that infamous K will unite once and for all.
I dare you to put your Netflix, Google deep diving, apps on apps on apps, etc. on the backburner and join me in getting as creatively weird as possible, off-screen, using the hands that your mommas and poppas so kindly gave you.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.
“Try not to freeze up like a nervous ten year old when attractive strangers get into elevators with you. This is not TV–you’re not about to make out.” And more wise words from me to myself, after the jump…