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.
Do you roil at the thought of Kim’s fame-ass? Make fun of those who dare to dabble in taking pictures of their own, imperfect façade? Take a moment—lay back on a couch, perhaps, therapy-session style—and think honestly about why that might be.
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.
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.
While dabbling in vino, German philosophy, or swaths of cashmere is all well and good, a more all-inclusive strain of luxury has been rapidly forming–one that transcends taut definition and allows for an exciting melange of things high and low, textbook-right and textbook-wrong. To put it simply: luxury has been Kanye West-ed.
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 my Dear Diary posts.
You should at least concede that their cover is one of those lovely stick-it-to-the-man scenarios. The man, here, being a white-washed lovechild of privilege and tradition, which in itself has many spawn…this one in particular being the gilded laurels over which Queen Anna Wintour presides.
“Never, ever smile for a guy who asks “why aren’t you smiling?” Because I don’t want to, and my vagina doesn’t come with a permanent smile, shithead.” And more real-talk-ridiculousness, after the jump.