I got my hair colored last Thursday (Anthony, ILY), and when I sat down, I said - …I need to feel something.
I need to feel alive! Earlier that day, I joked to some of my mom friends that I was working on getting my revenge body, except I’m getting revenge on the rest of the country. I was pretty proud of that one, but honestly, it very nicely encapsulates one of the feelings I’m having post November 5 - I want to feel hot. I want to be hotter and stronger and BLONDER and just get taller and taller and more and more evil and then laugh at all the dipshits like HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT YOU OWNED ME! NOW I WILL SQUISH YOU AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!!!!!!!!! 😬
Here’s something weird, I’m realizing that my level of anger and my self-perceived hotness are linked. It’s like angry cleaning, I’m angry preening, wanting to feel strong and gorgeous to go burn shit down.
There’s something about taking control of my appearance while harnessing my anger that is deeply satisfying, though honestly not very productive. I’m getting dressed as a salve, but alas, it’s not solving any of my very real problems. As always, this letter is about the emotional power of getting dressed - it’s not always practical, and within this post-election apocalyptic little universe I’ve painted, it’s pointless, really. But it does feel good.
It is also the holiday season, so there are a million opportunities and reasons to get dressed and go out, other than seeking revenge on the world.
Anyway. I hate everything except my friends.
Here’s what I’m wearing to go out. There’s a lot more info in the video, and the whole shopping edit + the shearling slippers I’m always wearing are here.
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