1. I’m fascinated by what’s happening right now in American politics, but because I’m not a naturalized citizen of this country, all I can do is whinge and opine, whinge and opine. For the record, if I could vote, it’d be for Bernie Sanders, simply because it makes a lot of sense to me that if you take away the ability of big business to
buy influence policy, then perhaps the government would begin to operate in the interests of its citizens and not its corporations.
2. Also, universal healthcare and cheaper education sound like cracking good ideas, especially considering the $4332 I’m spending annually on health insurance, which gives me exactly two free visits to the doctor per year, after which I have to spend $6850 before anything else is covered by my healthcare provider. If you’re in another country reading and scratching your head, I know. It sounds ridiculous doesn’t it. But such is the sacrifice you make to live in the greatest country on earth. (And I do love to live here, so it’s a fiscal sacrifice I’m obviously willing to make.)
3. Another thing that fascinates me is the fear-mongering and/or lies that Republican candidates like Donald Trump dish out, and that ignorant white people lap up. All across middle America you’ve got citizens applauding proposals like Trump’s “total and complete shutdown” of Muslims entering the U.S.; not to mention working or middle class people agreeing with the idea that the solution to this country’s economic problems is to lower taxes for the wealthiest elite, when it’s been proven by the world’s greatest economists that the trickle down model does not actually work.
4. So I was pleased to see that Emily Ratajkowski has endorsed Bernie Sanders, telling one New York Times reporter: “I think if you are a public figure, you have a responsibility to say something for a cause you truly believe in and help it on its course,” She also added, “It’s incredibly frustrating that society somehow feels that women can’t manage to be political, feminist and a sex symbol.” Here, here. I guess it’s true that the world likes its women beautiful and polite, or plain and bawdy, but never both.
5. And speaking of gender-related stereotypes, Who What Wear quoted me today in an article titled, Is There Still A Stigma Against Straight Men In Fashion?, which, as you might imagine, is all about how most people think it’s bizarre that a heterosexual male would ever dream of working in this female-and-gay-male-dominated industry. For the record, it’s been about a year since somebody double-took and said, “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE STRAIGHT!!!” But it’s also been about a year that I’ve been posting photos of myself making out with Jenny, so maybe there’s some correlation.
6. Speaking of Jenny, I was speaking with Jenny last night, and it would seem that we’re both experiencing social media/fashion week/event fatigue right now, wherein it sometimes feels a little gross to have to dress up and go to all these different parties and post all these amazingly happy photographs all day/every day when the reality is that you’re feeling depressed and unattractive and irritable as all hell. I don’t know what happened to that Social Media Is Not Real Life girl, but she did have a point. As a full-time social media worker, it can feel a little icky to be perpetuating this idea that everything is perfect all the time when OF COURSE IT IS NOT.
7. Case in point: Jenny and I were arguing in-between takes of this series of photographs the other day, and I’m pretty sure she would have preferred to have been kicking me in the shins than kissing me at that moment, but lucky for me, she’s a professional.
8. And if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: Fashion Week encourages intense anxiety in almost everybody I know. For bloggers: Are you invited to the show? Where are you seated? Will the photographers take your picture? For models: How many shows did you book? How many agents/designers/casting directors told you to lose weight? For designers: How many critics wrote nice/nasty things? For PR people: How many celebrities showed up at your party? Forget column inches, how many seconds of Snapchat footage did you garner? How many times did you get screamed at in the process? It’s enough to give the most stoic person a nervous breakdown. And I guarantee there’ve been plenty this week.
9. And you know what? I haven’t even listened to The Life Of Pablo yet. I did hear it on the live-stream of Yeezy Season 3, but I haven’t signed up for Tidal. I guess I probably should. There’s always something.
10. And yet the world still goes round.
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