#71: mormon influencers, poor things & the myopia of youth
rise and shine
anyway, welcome back (okay, presumptuous of me!!!) to sent from my iphone with love, your hot links to epic things that i have found On The Line and the irl bit, which is hot reccos for Real Life Living™.
bellarrr baxtarrr and her freaky little pets (i want a duck lamb)
this is the online bit:
why so many of your favourite beauty personalities are mormon, allure
as previously discussed, i have been consuming a lot of nara smith content. she has a certain lobotomising draw that makes me watch hours of recipe videos of birria tacos or how to make cereal from scratch when i’m barely mastering store bought pesto. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of her draw, and i think what makes her so watchable is aside from her wealth of beauty and, well, wealth, is the fact that she’s mormon.
i listened to the latest nymphet alumni on mormon influencers and they reference this article which is SO interesting. basically it’s talking about how mormon women make such good influencers, because the religion puts so much emphasis on looking good, so they’re all great at doing their hair and makeup and they’ve all had sales techniques ground into them from spreading the good (?) mormon word. crazy to think that if only i had been raised in a semi cult i could be on my third range rover and be about to pop out my fourth sprog all whilst my hair looks like katniss everdeen’s on roids.
the myopia of youth, solitary daughter
i wonder how long the “girl discourse” will last but this was a good summary of it which i enjoyed. also, lol:
The tweet started out innocently enough: “the thing about taylor swift is that she so perfectly encapsulates through her lyrics, the interior lives of women. It’s why we all can’t stop listening. We’re all saying, “wait you felt that way? we were all feeling this way?” a user named Emily wrote on January 19.
It was the second part of the tweet, however, that launched Emily into main character territory: “do men have someone like that?”
it’s like my brain got transplanted into this woman’s body:
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this is the irl bit
poor things
idk why i missed it initially, but i’m so emma stone pilled rn. i just feel like we’d have a really nice timing gossiping over a glass of natty wine. if i was going to write a review of poor things i would say something like “a riotous joy of a film, fizzing with joie de vivre”, because it is. obviously there are numerous things in this film that are Sick and Twisted, but HELLO that’s what ART IS!
the art direction for the whole film is chef’s kiss. i love the set design. the fish eye lenses. the campiness. the colour palette. they are displaying the costumes at the barbican at the moment and i want to wear ALL OF THEM. little bloomers and big boots? wearing a train on a tuesday instead of only your wedding day? big poofy dresses? yes PLEASE!
p.s. i want her hair
i’m a fan, sheena patel
when iz and i first started working together, she sent me this essay which was titled something like Fucking The Patriarchy. It didn’t mean fucking in like a metaphorical- fingers-up kinda way, but rather in a literal, physical way, and referenced 9 books, 7 of which i had read and adored. that’s when i realised my favourite genre of book is disaffected younger woman has weird relationship with older man. this has now become known within my friends as the genre.
i’m a fan, as i’m sure won’t surprise you, falls under the genre. sheena patel is a poet so the prose is sticky and visceral and biting and funny. sometimes i had to put the book down to have a moment, or sometimes i was reading it on the tube like :0
you could say… i’m a fan (ha ha).
head & shoulders
i am one of those hos who was raised on a steady diet of she’ll be right, which is brilliant for my general temperament, but very poor for my ability to mobilise when it comes to any form of bodily qualm. so when i had a bout of dandruff, presumably cold weather induced, and the first i had in a decade or so. i kinda hoped it would disappear quickly and quietly, like a fox in the night (?... idk), without any intervention from myself.
i was seeing someone, and when they went to scratch my head, something that i typically revel like some sort of flea ridden dog, and i had to tell him that actually, unless he felt like simulating he was caught in a blizzard, or at one of pablo escobar’s parties, then he should probably avoid shaking the metaphorical snow globe. turns out all i needed to do was buy anti dandruff shampoo and my problems stopped flaking away. i, am once again, impressed, obsessed, surprised and amazed that if you do something about your problems, something gets done.
bye bye baby goodbye,
love you, your dandruff and your great taste xxx