[Foolish jumps off the platform before Pepito can lasso him and lands in a pool of water. Pepito follows him shortly after, and Foolish laughs as he takes the elevator back up to the platform]
Foolish: Alright, this time: Waterbucket.
(They were both fine; Bad, Bagi, and Mike all came running to help them)
there is something deeply, unfathomably cruel about the fact that something called the clean girl trend is actually only accessible with perfect skin and hair and nails and bodytype. that if you simply use enough products and time and genetics you too will be able to be filter-flawless. it isn't just about being pretty, it's about being naturally pretty, with perfectly ethnocentric features that absolutely make a mockery of the poc they stole their techniques from.
something about this not just being a fashion trend but directly positioning any alternative as being "unclean" - if you use visible foundation to correct your skin in a desperate attempt to fit in, that's cringe. if you draw your eyeshadow and eyeliner in a way that feels personal and full of expression, i was told this looks "cheap" and "unfeminine." if you do not endlessly adhere to a nigh-impossible routine of beauty and sacrifice; you simply aren't one of those girls, girls that are better than you and deserve their good life. if you were not lucky enough to be born with this, no worries; it can be sold to you. it will be sold to you.
the women of color who made half of these things popular - hoop earrings, slicked back ponytails, oiled babyhairs - they do not get credit. they are not included in the trend. they are ostracized as being too different, too hispanic. because it's not clean when we do it.
no, if you're not perfect (and perfectly white), you're dirty. you're basically a slob. i actively like doing my makeup, and i've been told a lot - it's just a few basic products, it's really not that hard. nobody seems to get what i'm saying - we absolutely should not be linking makeup to hygiene. that linking cleanliness with rich white girls in yoga pants and glass waterbottles is incredibly bigoted.
she rolls her eyes. "okay, we get it. it's literally not that deep. you just hate makeup. i mean, it's fine. just say that you're ugly."
season 7 Thirteen was peak because she was lowkey an asshole. In season 4 and 5 the show didn't really know what to do with the crazy depressing backstory they'd given her so for a while she was more or less Cameron 2.0 but with 10% more sarcasm 50% less heterosexuality and 120% more emotional avoidance but then someone in that writer room realized that this girl's life is so shit, even House has GOT to tone it down a little on the contempt. Bc on any given day she's the one most likely to be having the Worst Fucking Time out of all of them. Dead mom. Euthanized brother. Life expectancy of a Christopher Nolan movie if she's lucky. Girlie was fistfighting demons every morning just to get to work and you could finally see it in her incredibly jaded beautiful sad blue eyes.
marble nymphs and medieval ladies with their gallant knights and Boticelli’s virgin staring at you gentle and half-moon eyed and Goja’s Maja with her rosy cheeks and Liberty guiding the people, hope and anger and action all in one symbol, and women of each of Renoir’s impressionist paintings playful and alive, and Suzanne and Judith and Esther and Bathsheba and all of the women of artemisia gentileschi. imagine having all those pieces of art depicting your face. The plumpness of the cheek painted with such painstakingly precision that now your face represents history. imagine carrying centuries of art in the roundness of the face and just decide to throw it all away just because the last fad says every single piece of softness has to be obliterated. fuck buccal fat removal.
a fellow english major, really happy to see someone who's proud of their degree <3
you know that "no love, no matter how brief, is wasted" line? i think the same applies for knowledge too - no matter how useless it may seem, knowledge acquired is never in vain.