vol #9: teenhood, self awareness & nicki minaj
good morning!
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™
is the era of the tween idol over? i-d
this is the internet bit
weird information to dispense on a first date
a real does what it says on the tin type situation. if the person i was on a date with told me any of these facts i’d be so totally in love with them.
are we witnessing the demise of teen girl culture?, dazed
with the joy and excitement of something new in culture, often something becomes lost. i hadn’t thought about this, perhaps because i am nearly 10 years removed from teen girlhood, but the bubblegum snapping innocence and end-of-the-world awkwardness seems to be dissipating. amongst other things, this article blames the rise of the internet/demise of teenage girl specific spaces, like magazines. teen dramas e.g. skins and euphoria represent a certain sort of teendom, however you can imagine these shows deal with some higher stake situations then the average experience of being stressed that you’re last of your friends to get your period.
teenhood, fuelled by the never ending slew of Figuring It Out, is being buffed out by information heavy sites such as tiktok and youtube, showing how one applies makeup with a professional hand and teaching therapy language. not necessarily a bad thing, also not necessarily a good thing. but definitely something to think about.
nicki minaj remixes
i’m chronic for listening to one thing for months straight. is it a crime for knowing what i like? for loving what i know? not at all honey! this wasn’t intentional, but i have realised what i know/love has been nicki with some swollen bass. i’ve been keeping these bad boys on repeat 🔁. if you have any hot recs send em thru princess!
this is the irl bit
bumper stickers
i identify as a passenger seat princess, not because i can’t drive, but more because it’s frowned upon to stare at yourself in the mirror whilst you’re behind the wheel. the idea of owning a car in theory is lit, however nothing makes me madder than the idea of having to pay a trillion dollars to run something you already own. what’s up with that???
the only thing that makes owning a car appealing is the prospect of bumper stickers. the other day i walked past a car that had “bitch on heat” plastered across the back window and thus a long guttural (metaphorical) yasss escaped my throat. until i’m rich as all hell, i’ll stay wearing t-shirts with slogans stretch across my tits. it’s the flâneurs equivalent.
club exercise
everyone has their own approach to health. mine is mostly incidental. i often wonder why i am bothering paying for a gym membership when i am so busy working out at the club. last weekend i went to inner varnika and did a collective 171,321 steps. according to this dodgy looking calculator i found online that’s 130km, or, if you wanna get technical, 3 marathons. i could never do that not at a party, not because i physical can’t (clearly i’m the vision of health), but because why would i want to? why would i do that when i could be busy being silly with my bezzies front right? think about it.
self awareness
i’m drinking a $6.58 large oat cap in an exposed brick cafe in brunswick as i write my substack. thou shalt not be a wanker, lest…
ciao-chi!
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