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среда, 25 апреля 2018 г.

Paintings Of The Torture Of Prometheus Where It Actually Looks Like The Eagle Assigned To Tear Out His Liver Is His New Boyfriend

The punishment of Prometheus (he was chained to a rock and had his eternally-regenerating liver torn out by an eagle every day) has always been a popular topic for Western artists, and why not; it’s full of action poses and furious birds and gave everyone the chance to draw hands. A real win-win! And yet: Over time, folks got a little sloppy, and eventually, more often than not, Prometheus and the eagle looked like boyfriends on the cover of a supernatural-themed gay romance novel. Which is its own sort of greatness!
Here’s how things were supposed to look:
A terrifying, massive bird is actually wrenching physical pieces of liver out of Prometheus’ side. Gross!! Also Prometheus’ face is covered in claws and he’s clearly unhappy with the situation. He’s nude, yes, but in a heroic sense; he’s writhing around in fairly straightforward pain, and probably wishes he wasn’t getting his liver eaten. Theme: COMMUNICATED.

Mm: a little bit less the case here?
Definitely there’s some good torture happening in the background, and the look on Prometheus’ face is still “I wish this eagle were not ripping my flesh,” which seems historically accurate, but he’s also a little lither, a litte younger, a little more sexy reclining than strictly necessary. This is a slippery slope.

Which leads to:
I cannot sign off on this! The eagle’s claws are resting gently on Prometheus’ iliac furrows (I WILL NOT CALL THEM “CUM GUTTERS,” THAT IS TACKY), who is arching his back and leaning against his own hands in a way that suggests more of an erotically-induced attack of the vapors than any sort of organ loss. It could almostbe the cover of a gay death metal album. Like, is the eagle trying to rip open some skin, or is he just whispering secrets into his abs??

“Maybe this will get better,” you say, because you don’t learn:
This is just “My Boyfriend’s Back”!!!! That is all this is! This is just, Oh, My Old Boyfriend, Who Was An Eagle By The Way, Is Dead, And My New Boyfriend, Who Is Even Sexier, Is Here To Role Play

Moving on to Some Day My Prince Will Come:
he is WAITING with LONGING and that eagle is SOARING up to meet him!! they will kiss somehow!!

And that, pals, is how we wind up with this:
This is NORMAL, DAD, if you can’t ACCEPT US then maybe you should just GET OUT, this is my BOYFRIEND and he’s an EAGLE and I like to get CHAINED UP and PASS OUT while he clambers all over me and if you can’t UNDERSTAND THAT then maybe you just don’t UNDERSTAND ME

понедельник, 23 апреля 2018 г.

The Brush Off: A Look at Gyaru, Ganguro, and Manba

Now that we’ve all finished constructing our memorial altars for The Toast (mine is made out of light rye, maple butter, and tears), it’s time to look at a few more makeup trends through the ages. Normally these pieces focus on a large period of time and what was happening worldwide(-ish; I only have so much space to write about things before Nikki sends me a cease-and-desist), but this column is going to zoom-focus on Japan’s brief stint as the home of ganguro (hiragana: がんぐろkatakana: ガングロ) and manba makeup and fashion.
The history and stories around this look (and its variations) are cloudy, rife with issues, and absolutely caked with fake tanner and white greasepaint. If you tended to hang around various corners of the internet back in the day (by which I mean the early-to-mid-2000s, a simpler time when bloggers meant “people who wrote about their crushes on Livejournal” and you’d rush home from school to go chat on MSN with the same people you just spent eight hours with), then you might have stumbled across photographs women in ganguro or manba makeup and dress, as it was an “extreme” subculture that lent itself easily to gawking and poorly formatted blog posts.  
Goths have dark lipstick, cholas have lip liner, preppies (mid-2000s teens represent! Yeah, more like ABERCROMBIE AND BITCH, oh man, I’m going to have the best Deadjournal name ever) have their shiny light blue eyeshadows, and ganguro girls have…kind of everything, really, including a convoluted history and massive streaks of bronzer. Before we get into what constitutes a gangurolook, we first need to take a step waaaay back to the 1990s, a time when many North American fashionistas decided that everything needed to be some shade of brown (SIDE NOTE: A great example of this is 60-70% of Elaine’s wardrobe on Seinfeld. Seriously, there is so much brown). Ganguro is a smaller subsection of the wider gyaru (ギャル) subculture, which is the umbrella group for a number of similar styles and variations, along with being a style as well. Gyaru style first came to prominence in the early 1990s in the Shibuya district of Tokyo: high school-aged girls would dye their hair, wear short skirts, tan their skin, and haul around luxury bags like some sort of early Lindsay Lohan. Gals/gyaru were seen as easygoing party girls (with high school practitioners of the style referred to as kogyaru, or “little gals”), and there is a great breakdown of the early evolution of gyaru style, the moral panic surrounding it, and other cultural factors here. For now I’m going to wave my hands in a glittery circle to make time jump forward so we can get to ganguro and the extreme ends of gyaru.
To put it (painfully) basically, gyaru trends started as a teenage rebellion in the face of traditional ideals of beauty, popping up around Shibuya (the area around Shibuya station is a hotspot for fashion and shopping, with the main space for gyaru fashion being the Shibuya 109 building), which quickly launched a moralistic freakout, thanks to the more immodest style of dress, a lot of sensationalism, and – interestingly — the changing view of school uniforms (from boring to fashionable to – again, multi-dicked Darwinian monstrosity – sexualized). As with any subculture that attracts a majority of teenagers, gyaru styles resulted in a lot of pearl-clutching and “Oh my god, where did we go wrong? Also, how did you get 11 tanning salon membership cards? How does that even work?”
Variations include yamanba/manba (or yamauba, 山姥), which is the darker, slightly more turned up version of ganguro (with the two looks being presented as kind of interchangeable on the internet most of the time). Fun fact: The name yamanba comes from a type of yōkai (mountain hag or witch) that appears as an evil old woman with long, matted, golden-white hair hiding a second mouth and possibly bobby pins. It’s perfect for the person in your life who is into both hanging out at the beach and devouring helpless travellers.
The original gyaru style made way for the more extreme versions of the original tanned schoolgirl, eventually becoming the early internet-friendly ganguro and manba fashions. The basic ganguro (and especially yamanba/manba) look is: dark, tanned skin; white concealer or pan stick around the eyes, paired with black eyeliner and eye shadow; fake lashes, face stickers, and/or circle lenses; and light-coloured lipstick. Tanned skin was a must for this look. Whether from tanning beds or fake tanner or dark foundation, the goal was to achieve a deep, ultra-tanned look that ignored the idea of bihaku (a term created by marketers that means “beautifully white”). While the early gyaru girls tended to have more natural tans, the ganguro tans were darkened considerably, with manba/yamanba being darker than ganguro and some women going so dark that they were referred to as gonguro
Like any subculture that involves shucking off society’s standards and going, “Screw you, Mom, I’m going to pierce my face using an apple and a sewing needle and there’s NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT,” ganguro girls (and related groups) were viewed as a type of “bad girl” — seen as being “rough” or “easy” – and during the transition from early gyaru to ganguro and other similar trends, a definite class divide showed up within the subculture itself. I spoke briefly to Nicole of The Beauty Maniac in Tokyo, a Japanese beauty blogger living in Tokyo, about ganguro, and she noted: “Even when Ganguro was on trend, people judged those girls as poorly educated young girls who have no common sense. […] Ganguro and Yamanba are not just [about] makeup or how they dress, it’s about their attitude as well.”
The question that tends to linger around ganguro like fake tanner stains on new sheets is does this look constitute some sort of blackface? Ganguro itself translates to “black face,” and the look has been accused of being caused by teen girls’ obsession with black American hip hop and R&B artists. Japan has a problematic history when it comes to the representation of black people in society and pop culture (with popular bands posing in blackface as recently as 2015 and Little Black Sambo making an appearance in children’s books in 2005), although there is a much deeper discussion that can be had about that (what does blackface represent in Japanese media vs. American media, etc.?). There are other factors at play as well: A major inspiration for the look was pulled from West Coast styles, taking the floral patterns, tans, and beachy look of California and then ramping them up to 1000. Again, the look is also a heavy backlash against the “traditional” ideal of Japanese beauty — i.e., light skin, dark hair, and a subtle look.
One troubling point is part of the supposed inspiration for this style: Adamo-chan. A character played by Japanese comedian Toshiro Shimazaki, Adamo-chan is a tanned, white-lipped, curly-wigged character described as an “aboriginal.” There are some claims that the early yanba or ganguro girls were inspired by Adamo-chan’s look, so do with that what you will. It’s a style that clearly has cloudy, sometimes uncomfortable roots (inspired by surfers and Baywatch? Sure! Inspired by a racist depiction of a Pacific Islander? [TINA BELCHER GROANING NOISE]), and it has inspired other offshoots such as b-gyaru and rasuta (Rasta) style. In short, there is a LOT of discussion to be had around the roles of racism, class, rebellion, and sexuality in this trendFor now, I’m going to focus on the look itself, but if you have any questions or thoughts, I’ll see you in the comments.
Another distinctive part of the look is the streak of white up the bridge of the nose using white makeup or concealer, sort of like one of those Instagram contouring tutorials, minus the part where they spent 28 minutes blending the ever-loving shit out of it. Depending on the height of the makeup, this would sometimes signal whether the look was yamanba (in which the stripe of white goes higher than the eyebrows) or manba (in which the stripe of white is lower than the brow line), although both looks were basically the same apart from that. With a big part of the inspiration for the look coming from surf fashions and shows like Baywatch, the white streak was sometimes seen as a sort of homage to a line of sunscreen or zinc up the bridge of the nose. White lipstick was then applied to make the lips stand out starkly against the deeply tanned skin. Along with the makeup, there’s also the hair – big, teased, long, straight (or wavy) with curled ends, and either bleached white or brightly coloured. Jam a flower in there, and you’re off to the races.

For the eyes, ganguro basically has two colours: white and black. You want other colours? Buzz off. This look is all white and black, all the time. White eye shadow, greasepaint, or other cream products would be painted around the eyes, from brow bone to underneath the bottom lid, then blended out around the edges and topped with pearl powder, glitter, or setting powder to keep things from smearing. While the outfits and hair for this look may be colourful, the main eye shadow and eyeliner colour is black (with the occasional pop of colour thrown in), with eye shadow applied to the whole lid and eyes lined both top and bottom. Large, over-the-top fake lashes were also a mainstay, with them sometimes being worn on both the top and bottom lash line. To make the eyes look bigger, eyeliner would occasionally be drawn far under the eye, with lashes either drawn on underneath or fake lashes applied below the actual lower lash line. Another option was to use small stickers on gems on the face, just below the eyes, as decoration. For a quick look a some women in manba looks, you can watch this (problematic!) video that has everything from the host poking through people’s wallets and talking about their thongs to OH GIRL DON’T USE A PAINT MARKER AS EYE MAKEUP, that makes my eyes water just watching it.
Trends come and trends go, and ganguro and certain other parts of gyaru trends have waned in the last ten years. egg magazine – one of the main voices for gyaru and ganguro fashion and, I assume, excellent egg-related recipes? – shuttered in 2014. The fascination with ganguro made way for the fascination with Harajuku fashion, allowing a new generation of people to stare at young Japanese women and write articles about Gwen Stefani’s questionable actions and never-changing face (I honestly think she is Dorian Gray. Prove me wrong, Gwen). The most extreme form of ganguro/yamanba styles faded out around 2004/2005, with ganguro being replaced by the slightly (slightly) more toned-down kuro gyaru(“black skin gals,” with Black Diamond/Gal Unit being the most well-known gal group) and shiro gyaru (“white skin gals,” which is the same style but no tan), and eventually fading away almost entirely.
While a ganguro café opened in Shibuya in 2015, the style appears to have disappeared to all but the fringes. Nicole of The Beauty Maniac in Tokyo said that while “gyaru/ganguro makeup was HUGE” when she was in high school, more than 15 years ago, “nowadays it’s hard to find ganguro girls in Tokyo, even in Shibuya or Harajuku, where those girls were hanging out.” But hey, what goes around comes around, and I’m sure that the kids of 2090 will be getting weird email forwards sent directly to their eyeballs with titles like “Can you BELIEVE this girl’s tan and nano hair? OMG what a vintage look.”

The Brush Off: The Early 2000s





If you’re like me (constantly hungry, bespectacled, obsessed with dogs), your formative makeup years were not the blazingly bright 1980s or the “various shades of morose brown” early 1990s but the shiny, proto-futuristic, low-waisted years of the early 2000s. It was a time where the term “social media” would have been reserved for a single-panel comic depicting a bunch of personified TV stations making quips and The Simpsons were obliterating any lingering hopes of ever being good again. It was in 2000, in the Bloomingdale’s in Manhattan, when my mum bought me my first nice makeup: A Hard Candy eye shadow stick in a shimmery light blue, glitter eyeliner pencil in a slightly darker shimmery blue, and a bottle of nail polish in Frigid (if you’re wondering, it had a blue star ring. NOTE: For those of you who might be slightly younger, this was back in the day when Hard Candy was considered a mid-range brand on par with Urban Decay and other “hip” up-and-coming makeup lines. I don’t know exactly what happened in the middle, but now they are sold at Wal-Mart, so clearly something happened). If you want a soundtrack for this article, just put on Sonique’s “Feels So Good” on repeat. (Speaking of that video, remember when athleisure meant baggy clothes made of fleece? We should really just bring back fleece vests, guys.) So get out your Victoria’s Secret body sprays, it’s time to venture back to a world in which Britney and Christina were still sweating and grinding to prove who was the best, Urban Decay packaging looked like either manhole covers or subway tokens, and hair mascara was the height of crusty, sparkly teenage glam.
(HERE COMES THE ASTERISK: From punk to emo to Lolita chavs to ganguro to rockabilly to cybergoths, there were a lot of subcultures happening in the 2000s. In this column I will be primarily focusing on mass-market popular Western trends. Due to globalization there was a lot of makeup trend homogeneity across countries in the 2000s, which of course is still true today.)
The early 2000s (and — while I will keep referring to the 2000s — the late 1990s, from 1998 onwards, blend into these trends as well) were a cacophony of glitter, light-coloured metallic eye shadows, and Bonne Bell. The approach of the new millennium ushered in a sort of weird futurism in makeup and clothing (i.e., lots of Y2k silver; non-Western influences — especially South and East Asian — worked into everything; the mid-2000s 1980s pseudo-revival; and FUTURE COWBOY). Unless you are under the age of 16, you will have strong memories of the early 2000s. Maybe you were an emo kid wearing red lipstick as eye shadow and weeping Great Lash-streaked tears to Dashboard Confessional (“Well as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out“). Maybe you were a prep and you wore three pastel Abercrombie & Fitch polo shirts and a low-waisted denim miniskirt. (Shit, remember when light-wash denim was everywhere and everything was about one inch away from ending up on a viral video titled “FAIL ARMY: INDECENT EXPOSURE”? If there is a fashion god, we shall never return to that horrible time, because I cannot be bothered to wax that much of my body.)




Alicia Keys at the 2002 Grammy Awards
I feel like for every decade I just stand here and shriek one word (LIPSTICK! BLUSH! ARSENIC!), and the 2000s (especially pre-2004) can be summed up by yelling GLITTER! and chucking a handful of it at someone. If you’re the kind of person who has a Pinterest board full of disco balls and piles of sparkles, then you might want to step in a time machine and go back to an era when you didn’t need contouring because you had copious amount of glitter or crystals everywhere(THROWBACK TIME: Speaking of crystals, remember when Traci Bingham wore THIS to the 2001 Grammy Awards? I’m no prude, but I’m still not convinced that $48 of crystals from Michael’s counts as a top). From 1998 to around 2003-2004, body and hair glitter was one of the main trends — from lipstick to eyeshadow to moisturizer, glitter was in basically everything. This can be partially chalked up to the Y2K-inspired futurism that influenced fashion in the late ’90s and early 2000s, a time when the world felt open, sparkly, and many thought a glittering global future lay before us.
If faces at the time were defined by GLITTER!, lips were defined by GLOSS! (and later STAINS!). MAC Lipglass was the most popular lip goop of the time, a product that looked amazing on Beyoncé (back in the Destiny’s Child days) and was a magnet for bits of hair for everyone else on the planet who wore it, as we all know that Bey has some sort of force field installed around her face so that her makeup never smears.




Beyoncé at the 2004 Grammy Awards
Shimmery and metallic glosses were also popular, as once you have glitter on your face and on your eyes, you might as well put it on your mouth. Urban Decay had Lip Gunk, L’Oreal had Glam Shine, Stila had Lip Glaze, and many other brands had pigmented glosses filled with sparkles and shimmer. While gloss continued onwards through the 2000s, lipsticks stayed more natural and sheer until the mid-2000s, when vintage-inspired reds came back and ushered in several years of red and berry pouts (and if you think that liquid lipsticks have only become hot in the last few years, the late ’90s and early 2000s would like to have a word with you).




Max Factor ad, 1999
For eye shadow, more was more in the early 2000s, and the “more” meant more shimmer, more silver, and more of it smeared straight up towards the eyebrow. Eye looks tended to trend towards one colour on both the lid and the brow bone, usually in lighter, metallic shades. Cream products were also quite popular at the time, with a number of brands putting out cream-based eye products (also in shimmer shades. Seriously, it’s like a decade of people being terrified that something, somewhere will be matte). Aside from the metallic shades, smoky eyes became popular around 2003, around the time Christina Aguilera dyed her hair black and wore what appears to be the backside of a flamingo as a dress (popular choice: Benefit’s BADgal liner drawn around the eyes). While liner tended to end up all around the eyes, shadow remained mostly on the upper lid during this time period. Meanwhile, the late-2000s love of lash extensions and fake lashes inspired a world of blog posts titled “I GLUED MY EYELIDS SHUT OMFG.”
If you were going for eyeliner, you had three options: None (because you need plenty of room for your shimmery shadow, DUH), a “pop of colour” across either the top lash line or bottom lash line (but not both, because DUH), or the Avril Lavigne (where you took a stubby worn-down Benefit Bad Gal pencil and rimmed your entire eye until you appeared to be channelling a Bollywood starlet who has spent the last eight hours crying). White eyeliner also made a weird appearance in the late ’90s/early 2000s, which is just giving me a lot of unsettling feelings right now. By the mid-2000s, 1940s/’50s-inspired looks were in full swing, meaning the dramatic wing (which is INCORRECT) was back, returning eyeliner to a world of liquid liner and black on black on black, but hey, we had some fun in the early 2000s, right?
Finally, as for actual skin, the early 2000s can be summed up by screaming FAKE TAN! while rubbing a bunch of Jergens Natural Glow directly in your eyes. While eye and lip makeup was full of chunks of glitter, foundation at the time was considerably more natural. With Bare Essentials appearing on the market in 2002, mineral makeups became quite popular as well, pushing liquid-based foundations to the side for a brief period of time. But really, for paler people, it was all about the fake tan until the late 2000s. Tanning creams and spray tans were the most popular way of achieving the look without all the UV damage, meaning there was a span of about 5 to 8 years where many celebrities were just slightly too orange.




Josie and the Pussycats, 2001.
Outside of the actual trends, this was an incredibly interesting time for the makeup community. It was the advent of serious blogging, with people widely sharing their reviews, looks, and thoughts on makeup. We were still some years away from Instagram models/”influencers” and MUAs who don’t actually do makeup on anyone other than themselves, but people were starting to take to the internet to discuss makeup (such as on Makeup Alley, which started in 1999). As for stores, Sephora’s influence was growing stronger and stronger, helped along by the purchase of the chain by Louis Vitton Moet Hennesey — the Voltron of expensive brands — in 1997. By 1999, they had expanded into the US, Italy, Portugual, Spain, and Poland (adding Romania and Greece in 2000 and Canada in 2004), adding their US online store in 1999, and their Beauty Insider Program in 2003. Again, this article is focusing more on Western trends, but the Sephora model of cosmetic sales (high-end and mid-range makeup, lenient return policies, beauty bars, etc.) has definitely influenced the way that many stores approach makeup sales, which was previously the domain of department stores (high end) and drugstores (low end). Stores such as Ulta, Shoppers Drug Mart, Boots, and other similar stores have spent the last decade or so stepping up their makeup game to offer a wider range of products, more luxury options, and programs and stand-alone stores dedicated to makeup and beauty products.
Packaging also changed a lot around this time. Many brands (Wet’n’Wild, Jordache, e.l.f., etc.) on the low end of the cosmetic counter went with the clear plastic lids at the time, which were obviously designed to slide off in your purse, leaving everything covered in a thick layer of shiny goo. Packaging — even for drugstore brands — was starting to improve, as now brands referred to as “mid-range” (Urban Decay, Too Faced, Stila, CARGO, and — at the time — Hard Candy) were taking over market shares from previously unchallenged drugstore brands (CoverGirl, L’Oreal, Maybelline, etc.). Brands were also taking more risks with packaging, with Stila putting out their ubiquitous Lip Glazes in 2000 (originally created for Cameron Diaz when she was shooting Charlie’s Angels), a number of brands putting out those brushes with the squeezy bits on the end that pumped powder into them (lies, they pumped powder frickin’ everywhere), Bonne Bell creating their lava lamp-esque Lip Rush glosses, and — in 2009 — Urban Decay’s Pocket Rocket lip glosses that came with pheromone-infused lids with lenticular images of dudes in their underwear on them. There were also a lot of makeup products designed to be edible, such as Urban Decay’s Flavoured Body Powders (because the only thing better than body glitter is body glitter you can lick off your arm while bored in class) and all the stuff from Jessica Simpson’s short-lived Dessert Beauty (because the only thing better than edible body glitter is edible body glitter that makes you want to hum “With You”). While many cosmetic products are still scented today, the 2000s was the height for cosmetics that smelled like vanilla, chocolate, cotton candy, and plasticized strawberries.




Candies ad, 2000.
The main shift from the 2000s to the 2010s is that the 2010s have so far been defined more by the idea of luxury in a way that connotes expensive, poreless refinement, versus the 2000s focus on luxury that comes from spending a day at the spa with cucumber slices over your eyes and then going clubbing at some place called Blaze or Haus or Circa.
This is my last column for The Toast, so RIP The Brush Off! Thanks to everyone who has read my insane yelling (LIPSTICK!) over the last few months; it’s been a hoot (hopefully this series will find new life somewhere else — I am planning to do audio versions in the next few weeks). If you want to read more of my stuff, you can check out my Twitter, Instagram, or website. And now, as my way of saying goodbye, please enjoy all these great early 2000s makeup commercials. Pigment to pigment, dust to dust.

“Labor of Love”: An Interview With Moira Weigel

Nicole electronically sat down with Moira Weigel to discuss her new book, Labor of Love: The Invention of Dating. 
Hi Moira! We went to college together but never dated the same person, which is good, because that would make this awkward! You have the most beautiful hair in the world, apart from Mallory’s. Let’s begin!
Did we never even make out with any of the same people? Because that seems like an oversight. I would crawl to Oakland in a hair shirt for a coffee date with Mallory. I’m living in San Francisco now, so I really could do it! She tells my favorite historical jokes on the Internet.
Also, I have been gathering images of Impressionist paintings that look like bad dates. If you look closely it’s almost always about some man annoying some woman who is just trying to sit in a cafe. This collection is my homage to Mallory.
Anyway, this interview.
Labor of Love hits one of my favourite notes, which is that handwringing over the doings of young people in relationships is as old as time itself. Can you talk a little about the manner in which young women first started to make dates with strangers? I found it (and the horror of the public) utterly fascinating.
Certainly! Really, the whole reason I wanted to write Labor of Love was to push back against the o tempora o mores kind of laments that I was reading every other week in some style section or other. The end of men, end of sex, end of courtship, end of everything type articles that make it sound as if human relationships had been the same since time immemorial until the founding of Tinder and that now, thanks to Tinder, we were doomed. I could not quite bring myself to believe those claims–either as a mostly straight single woman who was still “on the market,” or as an academic, trained to question broad generalizations. There were no restaurants for cavemen to take cavewomen out to, in cave-times, much less movie theaters. So Netflix and Chill cannot have been the first alternative in human history to dinner and a movie. It didn’t make any sense.
One of the first things I learned felt obvious in retrospect: the history of dating began when women entered the workforce. Before large numbers of young women took jobs outside private homes, for pay, they did not have many chances to meet or mix with men. For most of human history, in most times and places, parents and relatives, or religious and community leaders have controlled how young people meet up. The working class women, many of them immigrants and women of color, who were driven to work by necessity in the 1890s and early 1900s, changed all that. They had more freedom to meet who they wanted when they wanted, and also the responsibility of finding romantic partners. Their parents or ministers or rabbis were no longer there to take care of it for them. Dating was their invention.
The expression “make a date” came from the practice of penciling in the day and time when you were going to meet someone in your calendar or date book. It is hard for us to imagine now, but the idea of a young woman doing this–making plans, on her own, to meet a stranger–was quite shocking at the time. The idea of that stranger buying her something in return for romantic or sexual attention (or consideration) was even worse. The authorities took it for a kind of sex work or prostitution.
Many of the first young women who made dates were insulted, called names like “charity girl” or “charity cunt,” dragged in to see social workers or even arrested on vice charges. Dinner and a movie could turn into dinner and a night in jail quick. Then, as now, of course the police used sexual morality as a pretext to police populations they wanted to police anyway. Immigrants, unruly women, queers, etc.
To what extent is our popular conception of Dating: The History of It skewed by race and class? (A bunch, obviously, but I would love your thoughts. I’m thinking of Wake Up Little Susie and how it reframed my concept of mid-20th-century women’s history.)
I am so glad you asked: the popular conception of dating is profoundly shaped by race and class, and the question of how to handle that fact was one of the most challenging things about writing the book.
Labor of Love is a history of a social construct–dating–and for most of its hundred or so year history that construct has focused only on a limited part of the population: straight, and mostly college educated, white, and urban. Dating might seem like a frivolous subject. But there is a very serious and indeed insidious aspect to the blinding straight whiteness of classic rom coms and sitcoms. The culture is telling young people: You have to reproduce the world in this image. The implied message is that other kinds of lives and loves don’t count.
I hope, by the way, that this is finally changing.
Anyway, my primary goal was to investigate, expose, and deconstruct the discourses about dating that dominated American culture for the past century. For this reason, I focused on the kinds of subjects those discourses have constructed. However, the most exciting thing about human desire is that it can traverse and transgress boundaries, including those set by race and class. Despite all its flaws, dating makes mixing more possible than older courtship systems did. I wanted the book to be expansive, to show how the history of modern love is so much more diverse, so much more inventive than the ways it has typically been presented, say, in Hollywood movies, or on network TV.
So I felt a constant push pull between wanting to sketch the outlines of dominant dating ideology clearly and wanting to investigate the rich set of alternatives, sexual and romantic subcultures that developed in the twentieth century. I think that they will give us the best road maps for what I call the “third sexual revolution.” I wish I could write whole books about the dozens of topics I did not even get to touch on. Better yet, I hope other people write those books. I will read them, eagerly!
Can you (I apologize for this, but I love asking people) give us any general advice for our relationships, marital or otherwise? You are an expert now, and I love advice.
Hm. One thing I’d say is that, while dating has always been an activity that mixes work and play, it seems that most of our current advice literature aimed at straight women overemphasizes work. We constantly hear that relationships are work, love takes work, that we have to invest in ourselves in order to date, etc. While there is surely some truth to this, the amount of emphasis placed on work strikes me as suspect: a way of coercing women into performing all kinds of emotional labor, and often into ignoring their own unhappiness.
I think that it is time for a swing back in the other direction. It’s time to LEAN OUT of dating. The constant exhortations to perform emotional labor and particularly to repress your own emotions make many straight women so anxious and confused that it clouds their clarity during the process anyway. I spent months and years with men I never would have if I had been able to see, e.g.: He was treating me terribly. I was bored.
No amount of work is likely to change another person.
Feelings are facts. Acknowledge how you feel, grant it the legitimacy and dignity of a feeling, and then describe it as such rather than insisting to your partner that it is the one truth.
Don’t stay on apps too long. Apps are designed to keep you on the app. Get off as fast as possible. Some like OkCupid will reward you for constantly tweaking your profile by piping it into the search results of more prospects at high traffic times, in reward for changes you make. If you have to do this, fine: Add one comma to your profile as 8 PM. Then get out and meet people! If finding an IRL partner is your goal.
Another thing I noticed talking to young people, or reading interviews conducted by sociologists who study so-called “hookup culture” is this tendency to speak as if the world divides cleanly into girls you take home to your Mom versus girls you take to bed, fuck-toys and Prince Charmings. As if every romantic – sexual interaction is either A Relationship–destined for marriage and reproduction–or Not A Relationship, which means it is nothing. I have seen this a lot more among straight folks than queer folks, but I have heard this kind of language among gay men as well. Just today I got a question from a young woman, asking whether it would impede her search for a serious relationship to keep a “fuckbuddy.” I was like, “Does it feel ok to you?” I think that this way of talking and thinking comes from a cartoonish, gender-stereotyped notion of male sexuality, where sex could be completely detached from emotion. And then women seek to empower themselves by imitating that. Whereas really, it seems to me that what would be more progressive would be to acknowledge many kinds of relationships. Two people can be in relation to each other for a night or for a lifetime, and all relationships end.
Is there anything that surprised you in a good way while you were researching and writing Labor of Love? Whether about humans or love or dating or yourself? Did the book exist roughly in its current form in your mind at the outset, or did it evolve away from what you thought it would look like?
I am going to answer those questions in the reverse order:
When I began charting the idea for the book, I thought that it would be a chronological history, moving from past to present. Very early on, my editor suggested trying to tie past and present more directly in each chapter, and it was this suggestion that lead me to the structure I used in the end, organizing each chapter around an idea–like “tricks,” about what I call dating’s Prostitution Complex, or “likes” about the idea that we will be well-matched with folks with similar taste, or “plans,” which investigates the idea that women cannot “waste time.” I decided to take a fact or belief about dating in the present that we take for granted and to investigate where it came from. This provided a useful principle for organizing research, and also for limiting the scope of my investigation into each historical era–because really, you see once you start to dive in, that a history of dating is a history of almost everything.
Overall, what surprised me the most in a good way was simply the amount of change that I saw across the decades. I think it’s exciting to realize how contingent contemporary social arrangements are. All kinds of dating advice tells us Men are this one way and Women are this one way and woe to anyone who tries to dress these facts of nature up in a pantsuit. Nonsense. As depressing as history can often be–because it is a history of violence, sexism, racism, oppression, exploitation–it is also exciting. It shows that things do not have to be the way they are, and that we have the power to change them.
CASTING YOUR EYE FORWARD into the future, what’s next for dating? What’s the Tinder of 2020?
If I knew what the Tinder of 2020 was I would be building that app so I could sell it for a billion dollars. Not really. Maybe.
One thing that I will say is that I think that successful apps are successful not because they’ve identified some timeless thing about how men are or women are or straights or gays are but because they manage to successfully recreate something about established kinds of non-digital spaces, relationships, connections. People sometimes ask me why there’s no Grindr for straight people. I say that it’s because Grindr is based on the gay bar, locker room, bathhouse. Tinder is not the Grindr for straight people: It’s a college party as an app.
Like everything in America, courtship patterns have become increasingly split along class lines. Rates of marriage are holding strong in the college educated demographic, albeit at a later median age of first marriage, whereas these rates are falling for working class folks. In the latter cohort, serially monogamous relationships and childbearing without marriage have become a norm. I anticipate that dating culture will continue to be split.
Very broadly speaking, I think that trends we have seen toward flexibility in all things will continue–for better and worse. What I mean is that individuals will find themselves freer, with more tools, to pursue many kinds of relationship configurations. Even OkCupid has an option for folks in open relationships now! But that flexibility will also serve as a cover for on demand dating that really exists so that we can work all the time and not reserve any time for our non-waged personal lives. Remember that from the perspective of capital, increased flexibility is just a way to enclose and more intensively exploit new markets.
Also, contrary to what the cybersex utopians of the 1990s predicted, dating apps and sites do not encourage a free for all. They actually sort people very clearly along lines of socioeconomic and educational background. Studies have shown that even Tinder sorts people quite effectively by class.
Another subject that fascinates me is the way that real estate costs in urban areas in the US will reshape courtship and marriage patterns. The whole ideal of the married couple, founded on sexual attraction and affection, and nuclear family, which springs out of their relationship–the ideal that a majority of never married Americans still hold out as the reason for dating–was an invention of the Industrial Revolution. Before that, extended families tended to live together on farms. That’s why your family got so much say in who you married: A marriage to a neighbor whose lands adjoined yours, and whose family would work with yours, really was a business decision that affected anyone. It’s only with industrialization and urbanization that we get these smaller family units forming and the idea that choosing and creating such a unite freely is life’s highest good becoming such an ideal.
Now, we are seeing the real estate in many American cities become increasingly unaffordable. That has many different effects on how folks date: it can encourage partners to move in together early in a relationship, to save on rent; it can mean keeping roommates into your thirties and forties; it might very well lead to the spread of more co-living spaces like WeLive–at least for certain classes. I wonder whether the increasing interest and public conversation about non-monogamous or “monogamish” relationships won’t get a boost from such arrangements–whether we won’t see more people forming alternative kinds of kinship groups. Of course, non-monogamy is also on the rise because we have more couples of equal partners pursuing separate careers, spending time apart for work.
Let’s talk a little about queer relationships! What pre-1980s materials were available to you, and in what ways do you think queer people transcend/emulate existing patterns in hetero relationships, and is that changing? (I would love you to talk a bit about gay house parties and Harlem, which was one of the most interesting parts of Labor of Love.)
In order to learn about queer dating before the 1980s, I drew on the work of many wonderful scholars of gender and sexuality. Off the top of my head, George Chauncey, John D’Emilio, Lillian Faderman, David K. Johnson, Susan Stryker… Recently I have been telling everyone about this book by a professor named Clare Sears, called Arresting Dress about cross dressing and the law in San Francisco in the late 19th and early 20th centuries that I thought was incredible. Not strictly scholarly, but classic lesbian pulp of the 1950s, like Ann Bannon novels, is also worth checking out. Then there are histories of queer life in individual cities…
Some of the most fun material I found reading about speakeasies downtown, and rent parties in uptown New York in the 1920s and 1930s. In illegal spaces for drinking during Prohibition, members of different social groups and sexual orientations could mix far more freely than they might have been able to in public, public. In Harlem, the parties were wild! There was a famous annual gathering called “Faggots Ball” that took place every March and was attended by socialites like the Astors and the Vanderbilts, as well as countless others. Mae West was an especially popular character to impersonate. I remember first reading about a performer referring to herself as the “sepia Mae West”–it took me a minute to realize that this was referring to being non-white, adopting a kind of racial drag as well as engaging in gender play.
Is evo-psych as the One True Key to hetero relationships a new development, or have people been talking about it forever?
It is new! And particularly in the form that it manifests in pop culture and dating advice, it is, in my opinion, mostly nonsense. (My dear friend and collaborator Mal Ahern and I wrote about this for The Nation a while back.)
The first academic studies that use the methods of we would now call evolutionary psychology were conducted in the late 1970s and early 1980s and not published until later in the 1980s; the field did not really take off until the 1990s and 2000s. At risk of being unfairly reductive, to me the fascination with hunter gatherers of the Pleistocene seems to have everything to do with the every-man-for-himself mood of neoliberal capitalism during that period, and very little to do with immutable truths of human nature. It’s like, you take Clinton era financial deregulation, cross it with the fixation on DNA and computers dovetailing in pop metaphors about “hardwiring,” and voilà: you get the core principles of ev psych.
The field is cited to give scientific legitimacy to fantasies about returning to “traditional” gender roles, to indulge nostalgia about The Way We Were in the 1950s, before women had to try to get decent paying jobs and the Civil Rights movement had to unsettle white male privilege, etc. It’s so appealing, as clickbait because it offers something to everyone: it spurs panic at the same time that it comforts you that, since this stuff is supposedly hardwired, it’s not your fault.
What do women want?
I may be becoming “too Northern California,” as my partner teases me since we moved to San Francisco. But I believe that humans in general want the same things: affection, equality, intimacy, respect.
If you had to tell us what you learned from your research in a SINGLE PARAGRAPH, what would it be?
I focused on dating because I think dating is the theater where modern people learn and rehearse their gender roles. It is a space where we can play with possibilities, but also where existing scripts are enforced and policed. What I learned from my research was that the scripts that have been available, the possibilities of dating, have constantly evolved in tandem with the economy. I mean this in a few ways: The invention of dating happened because of the epic change that was masses of young women entering the workforce. The ways that people date have always changed with the ways they work, and the kinds of consumer entertainments available to them. I already made a joke about dinner and a movie vs. Netflix and Chill. Think about how in old timey movies men ask women, “I’ll pick you up at 6?” and then think how few of us get off at six. It makes sense that we now text each other, u up? instead. Finally, the hardest-to-measure but also maybe most interesting dimension, to me, was how these concepts of economic value shape our intimate lives. So in the 1950s, for instance, this era of mass culture and mass middle class wealth creation, of full employment, you start to see young people taking for granted that everyone should get a partner, that this is the clearest way for everyone to participate in dating culture. And today, in our gig economy, many of us use apps to date on demand, we all act like sexual freelancers, or work on temporary contracts. In the end, I think it is very encouraging to see this. The core message of my book is anti-hysterical, and maybe even optimistic: Love is not dead. It is just changing like it always has been. The main thing now I think is to try to liberate it from the narrow notions of value that have come to dominate it too much. Some reviewers have been like, But you don’t really say how to fix capitalism! I am like, Keep your eyes peeled for my next book.

(author photo by Joni Sternbach)

Children’s Stories Made Horrific: The Magic Schoolbus


Today in Ms. Frizzle’s class we were learning about the body. “What body?” Carlos kept asking anyone who would listen. “Somebody.” Ms. Frizzle laughed uproariously every time he said it. “Somebody! That’s good, Carlos!” Ms. Frizzle was in a good mood today. There was going to be another adventure.
“According to my research –” Dorothy Ann began, then stopped abruptly.
“Class,” Ms. Frizzle said, “Can anyone tell me why Dorothy Ann has stopped speaking?” No one said anything. “If no one raises their hands,” Ms. Frizzle said, “I’ll have to assume that no one is willing to try to learn today. And if no one wants to learn today, I will write it down in my brown book here. Does anyone want me to put that mark in my brown book today?”
Hands went up. Ms. Frizzle beamed as she looked out over the sea of waving arms. “Arnold,” she said finally. “Why do you think Dorothy Ann has stopped speaking?”
“Her mouth is hurting,” Arnold said carefully.
“That’s technically true,” Ms. Frizzle said. “Dorothy Ann’s mouth is hurting. But why is it hurting, that’s what I’d like to know? How can you tell?”
“Dorothy Ann’s mouth is hurting,” Ralphie said, “because it’s bleeding.”
“Right again,” Ms. Frizzle said. “And what is Dorothy Ann learning now?” No one said anything. “Everything I do for you children,” Ms. Frizzle continued, “I do to teach. Life is a learning process, and nobody ever stops learning. What is Dorothy Ann learning?”
Dorothy Ann was very still in the corner now.
“Dorothy Ann is learning to wait her turn to be called on before speaking. Shall we call on her now?”
“I wish I’d stayed home today,” Arnold said.
“What on earth do you mean, Arnold?” asked Ms. Frizzle.
“I don’t mean anything,” he said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said.”
“You said you wished you were at home, Arnold. What’s home?” she said.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t remember.”
“Which is it?” Ms. Frizzle asked. “You don’t know, or you don’t remember? Answer me without hesitating, please. And open your eyes.”
“I don’t know,” Arnold said firmly. “I don’t know, and I don’t remember. I don’t know. I don’t know it.”
“If you don’t know it, Arnold,” Ms. Frizzle said, “then why did you wish you were there?”
“I don’t know,” Arnold said. “I didn’t mean it.”
“But you must have meant it, Arnold,” Ms. Frizzle said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said anything. If you said home, you must have meant something by it. What’s home? Speak up so the class can hear.”
“Home is where I was – before –”
“Before what, Arnold?”
“Before this. Before class.”
“That’s very interesting, Arnold!” Ms. Frizzle said. “Was there ever anything before class?”
No one was looking at Arnold. No one was looking at Dorothy Ann.
“Is there anything after class?” Ms. Frizzle asked.
Arnold shook his head.
“Then does it make sense that there was anything before class?” Ms. Frizzle asked. Her voice was very gentle. She loved helping students learn.
Arnold shook his head again.
“Then you can’t very well wish you were there, can you?” Ms. Frizzle said. “If it never was.”
“No – o – o,” Arnold breathed out, and tried to smile a little.
“That’s very good,” Ms. Frizzle said, then patted Arnold gently on the back of the head. “Have a piece of candy, Arnold.”
Arnold was so, so grateful. Ms. Frizzle was the best teacher we ever had.

Lord Byron’s “Fare Thee Well,” or “I Just Think It’s Funny How”

Oh, well, A of all, fuck you, then,
and honestly, I don’t have anything else to say about it.
I honestly don’t.
I just think it’s funny??? how –
No, you know what, I honestly don’t have anything else to say about it.
I honestly don’t.
Even if you do, I’m just, you know, ZIP, the high road.
(By the way, there is a quote from Coleridge that just,
mmf,
PERFECTLY describes our situation, and like, YOUR WHOLE DEAL,
but why bother!! WHY BOTHER, EVEN. If you’re not going to listen to me
you’re certainly not going to listen to Coleridge.
WHICH IS FUNNY, because it seems like you LOVE listening to people
listening to other people and all the shit they have to say about me.
But whatever! It’s not important, it’s really not important
to get you to listen to me or Coleridge. WHY START NOW, right??)
I JUST THINK IT’S REALLY FUNNY?
How someone who spent so much time
resting their head against my chest
could end up caring SO LITTLE about my heart.
Like, for someone who spent a lot (like A LOT?)
of time basically two inches away from my heartbeat,
it’s kind of amazing how much you missed about it!
It’s kind of funny, if you think about it, and I do,
pretty much all the time!
I mean, it’s fine, obviously,
you don’t have to treat me right,
no one is going to come arrest you for it.
You might find a time when, like, life stops being so EASY for you
and you kind of wish that you weren’t a heartless bitch
(or whatever!!! I don’t know your life)
I don’t know, maybe someday you’ll get sick of being praised
for being so FOCUSED and HARD TO PLEASE and IMPOSSIBLE
and you’ll be like, oh my God, you know who had amazing arms,
was Lord Byron. That would be a shame,
if that happened, is all that I’m saying.
I’m not saying it’s going to happen.
By the way, I’m moving, so in case anything
gets delivered to the house for me, if I’m not there,
that’s why. I’m just telling you this in case some of my mail
shows up and you need to know what to do with it.
I don’t know where I’m going to be staying yet.
Probably – honestly, I don’t even know, it’s impossible to guess.
If you need to forward me my mail, just know that I’m super far away
and you should probably ask one of my friends –
one of my many friends –
one of my very many super loyal friends, lots of whom live nearby,
because I’m a VERY good friend and they all know what’s going on with me –
anyhow you can just ask one of them where to forward my mail,
if I get any mail at your house,
which used to be our house but isn’t now,
because I’m sure I’ll know where I’m staying by then and I’ll
definitely be sure to have told one of them by then.
So just ask around.
By the way, and as long as we’re on the subject,
you should know that I’m not even mad at you,
even after all the shit you’ve done to me that I’m not going to bother to go into detail over right now because you know it and I know it and we are both super clear on the specifics of the shit you pulled, so I don’t even have to mention it.
I honestly don’t have time to go into it all right now.
But you should just know, like for the record,
that I actually still love you,
like a lot, like a really incredible amount,
in a way that says more about the kind of person I am
than the kind of person you are
if you know what I mean.
Augh, this is already way more than I even wanted to SAY,
I’m honestly leaving in what is basically the MORNING,
and it’s crazy late already, so pretty much now
and it’s not like you ever listen to me anyway so I’m basically
just wasting time I should be spending packing for my amazing new life
in Greece
or like, wherever I happen to end up
who’s to say
whether it’s Greece or some other country
(I just hope you KNOW that if I end up dating a guy after this it has NOTHING to do with you?? like it is not a STATEMENT on you, please do not read anything into what I do with my life after this, if you happen to see a full-length oil portrait of me and I’m still wearing the earrings I stole from you it’s not because I’m trying to SAY anything so don’t overthink this, okay??)
ANYHOW please feel free to consider us pretty much divorced.
(I know I do!!! ahahhaa)
And I don’t know if you’ve read this but like
statistically, I mean according to studies, like actual studies,
divorce is a bigger stressor than being widowed even,
so in a weird way this kind of brings us closer together,
in the sense that things are going to get way harder for both of us
I’m going to call myself a widower, you can feel free to do the same
if you wanted my permission or anything.
Like, I am in MOURNING for you.
Oh, by the way, feel super free not to even teach our daughter my name.
It would save time, right? And that’s all I want for you, is just for you to
have a lot of time on your hands, to really THINK.
About whatever it is that you might need to think about,
anything that your conscience might suggest to you.
I’m not bothered either way, I’m honestly not.
I mean, she might GUESS my name, and if she ends up looking like me
(which, just objectively, I think we can both agree would be great for her,
leaving aside all the shit that’s gone down between you and me
over the last year. It would be great. For her. To look like me)
if she ends up looking like me people will probably say something about it to her
so she’s going to end up learning my name eventually
I’m not trying to rub anything in, it’s just that objectively,
MOST people know my name, and what I look like, idk if that qualifies as “famous,” just –
most people know about my whole deal, and they’re probably going to put
two and two together, so even if you don’t teach her my name,
SOMEbody will, and that’s not my fault.
If she does end up like me I hope you are a little nicer to her than you were to me
but that’s not my business!!!!
N O N E of this is my business at alllll, which should be just such a relief to you!!!
or who knows,
who honestly knows what you consider a relief!
you’re HARD TO READ
Anyhow, I just wish you the absolute BEST.
I hope SO MANY good things for you, and that
your next boyfriend can figure out how to make you happy,
if that’s possible, I sure hope that’s possible,
and there’s no point in talking about any of the other things I could say,
so I won’t.
Consider it my last gift to you!
(I’ve given you a lot of gifts, you probably forgot)
Anyhow I’ll probably be dead soon,
or at least I can’t imagine hurting worse than this!
Okay bye, hope you’re happpyyyyy

So, How Have You Been Keeping Busy? A Post-Toast Analysis


Mallory: Hi pals! Nikki, I know you are currently sweltering in the land of Landlord Fighting, so please feel free to let this pass by you as th’ idle wind, which you respect not, but I wanted to set up an email for us to do a little post-Toast chat.
It’s been a year! What are you guys up to? What’s new and exciting in your lives? (I say this like I haven’t been at Nicole’s Utahn fortress for the last three weeks, or like I wasn’t just on a weird hand-cranked mountain rollercoaster with Nikki four days ago.)
Remember when we used to have this website? We wrote so much!
Nikki: I wish we were together always. And I cannot deny that I would sell various prized possessions to be back in Nicole’s beautiful aggressively air-conditioned mountain fortress right now; my air conditioner, as you know from last night’s desperate texts, is languishing and there is no joy in my life.
What am I up to? I am working a lot, editing and publishing wonderful writers at Catapult. I taught a writing workshop for Kundiman this summer, and will soon suit up for the Asian American Lit Festival. I’m also working (very diligently, hardly ever sleeping even, if my editor is reading this) on book edits! It’s hard to write a book while working and parenting full-time, turns out? I keep forgetting to do anything else, like eat regular meals or, just occasionally, ask my children how they are doing. Everything is happening at once, and it’s a lot, but I am glad for all of it.
(The Mountain Coaster was not actually hand-cranked, was it?? YOU DID NOT TELL ME THAT WHEN I AGREED TO GO ON IT.)
How are you both??
Mallory: My professional and personal goals are one and the same, which is to sort-of-always be in the same room with both of you, companionably on our phones, in a sort of Mild Internet Coma, for the rest of eternity, periodically waiting our turns to read something out loud to one another. This is mostly why we invented the Toast. (Do you capitalize the The in The Toast? I go back and forth.)
It was hand cranked in the sense that we controlled our own speed! It wasn’t, like…there wasn’t an old-timey prospector hand-cranking the entire coaster in some shack somewhere. You remember!!!
PS right now Nicole just went from saying ‘Wow, Blackberry Farm sells a $50 peanut butter and jam collection’ to saying ‘Oh, I’ve just clicked Add to Cart, for some reason.’ Come back and help us be sensible again.
Pretty much all I’ve been doing is making videos on Instagram where I pretend to be both Joan Didion and Anna Wintour saying things like “Pasadena Pasadena Pasadena” to each other. Nicole??
Nikki: Okay, remember, YOU controlled your own speed. I think my speed controls were broken. There were two speeds in my cart: standstill and full throttle. (I am so bad with all things mechanical and it’s frankly embarrassing, I might edit this later)
Also I DO capitalize the “The” in “The Toast,” always. I don’t think I could go back and forth. I don’t have a strong feeling about it one way or the other, but as you both know I require consistency.
Mallory: Nicole is outside in the backyard picking up after her dog and she is eight months pregnant and it is hilarious.
RELATED: the other day Nicole and I had lunch at a VERY fancy restaurant that had peacocks just walking around (we both agreed that if we were male peacocks we would be furious at female peacocks for not keeping up their end of the hotness bargain) and she accidentally spilled coffee all over herself and my instinctive, immediate response was to burst out laughing, which made me so happy, because it means that I have lost the very very last of my Guest Manners when I am with her. The only people I would laugh at for spilling coffee on themselves are my immediate family and Nicole, end of list.
The other reason I know I have lost my Guest Status is that last week Nicole’s husband – whose approval I crave more than any other human being’s on the planet; I have asked MULTIPLE times if I can be allowed to make him eggs – asked me to help give their dog a bath. It was wonderful.
I can see the top of Nicole’s head through the window and I can’t stop laughing. I should help.
Nicole: I’m so glad the sight of me, hugely pregnant, bending over to collect dog poop was a source of genuine joy to you! I have enjoyed our time together so immensely that knowing you are departing on the morrow is not yet something I can process or acknowledge.
I have been fairly hermit-y this year, having over-committed to glorious mountain solitude and also television recapping (Poldark and The Young Pope for Vulture, with Outlander having been added to my plate come its GLORIOUS RETURN in September, The Crown for Decider, and Game of Thrones for ELLE.com, where I am also the newest relationship advice columnist). Which I like doing a LOT, by the way.
I miss The Toast often. The readers and each other, mainly, as opposed to actually Making the Site, but there are for sure so many times I have said “I wish we still had a website so we could tell the people about [strong positive opinion about Bruno Mars/enraged rant about Bruno Mars being only a FEATURED ARTIST on Uptown Funk/how Julio gets a shout-out in Uptown Funk AND That’s What I Like/the occasional non-Bruno Mars-related opinion.]”
Nikki: I really miss you both so much, which is weird because I saw you last week and we still talk and leave goofy comments for one another on Instagram, and if anything I talk with you more about our real lives than I did when I sent you dozens of work-related emails every day. (BTW, thank you so much for allowing me to guilt you into resuming your Instagram posts, Nicole! It is a daily joy to see you both there.) I also love that you both have advice columns now, because I can read them and imagine the responses in your voices, and it’s like you are warmly and patiently advising me personally on how to fix…okay, problems I don’t actually have, but still.
I miss The Toast community, too. I’m really glad I’ve gotten to meet some Toasties in DC and New York! Not to lead us deep into the ongoing wretchedness, but I think I missed the site most in the weeks after the election (they felt less like weeks, honestly, and more like one long, unbearable day). I know we’d briefly discussed putting up an open thread the day after, and then we decided not to, in part because we couldn’t stand the thought of that being the last post (and anyway, people were obviously finding support elsewhere; they truly do not need us). But the next day, and for days after as I was calling and texting and reaching out to friends, I thought a lot about the readers, collectively as well as individuals — how much I really wanted to talk to them and find out how people were doing. I’ve thought about that so many times since, that feeling of missing something with just a lot of love and no angst whatsoever.
Do you think now that the curtain of silence has been breached with new stuff, we’ll all feel free to duck in here and write posts now and again, when inspiration strikes (or we publish a book) (or when we just feel like sharing our deep and unresolved feelings about, say, WonderTrev/Star Trek crossover fanfic (sometimes I need to de-stress!))? Would you like a courtesy heads-up before I write and publish “How To Tell If You’re In Your Own Oversharing Memoir”?
Mallory: I miss you both too! I miss both you in a way that is hard to describe and is unlike how I have ever missed anyone else. I miss Nicole right now, and I am sitting across the room from her. I do feel a real sense of there is something the three of us have that I’ve never had with anyone else –– and that extends to everyone who’s been a part of the Toast, that includes Marco and Roxane and Jaya and to a lesser extent Jaya’s man Matt – that makes me feel like I’m always leaving summer camp and I’m worried that you’re going to forget me when you go back to school. And part of me worried, quite a lot I think, that when we ended the site something was going to vanish between us, and it’s been a real relief to see that it hasn’t. I NEED YOU BOTH SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU AND I WISH WE ALWAYS WORKED TOGETHER.
Nicole and I will always be doing the same things at the same times, probably. Every time I go to visit her I attempt very consciously to pick up more of her mannerisms and vocal tics. I find everything she does and says enormously charming and feel about her new stock sayings or turns of phrases the way that heroines in Edwardian fiction feel about the latest Paris fashion. “Oh, is Nicole saying ____ now? I can’t wait to show my friends at home.”
IN REGARDS TO what will happen now that the VOW OF SILENCE has been lifted, PROBABLY NOT super often? I have my beautiful dumb TinyLetter for thrusting my thoughts at the People now, and also the Toast runs on much shakier legs now that we’re only paying for bare-bones hosting costs, so I don’t want to break the old girl with overuse. But yes, obviously when your book comes out I want to see the watchfires of the Toast ablaze once more.
Nikki: I feel the exact same way about you all! I loved working with you and I was a little worried you wouldn’t keep in close touch with me when the site closed — not because you’re unrepentant monsters or anything, just because we so often talked about the site and that would be gone. I’m so glad we are still in one another’s lives now, a year later. And I’m very grateful to The Toast for bringing you into my life (which admittedly is a little weird because YOU TWO ARE THE TOAST, so I’m basically thanking you for bringing you into my life, but whatever, I will not attempt to clarify or take it back).
Also I need to hang out with you both again in the not-too-distant future.
Nicole: One of the best moments of my life was when Mallory and I picked Nikki up at the airport and I got to watch you two hug for the first time, having already had the privilege of hugging Nikki the previous summer. It was such a short visit but it felt so right just to be together and to talk and to get serious about the difficult things in our lives and also to laugh at my goofy-ass dog. Sunrise, sunset. Oceans rise, empires fall. Etc.
Mallory: I can still tell when you are quoting Hamilton, Nicole.
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