JAZMINE HUGHES IS A QUEEN AND SHE DRESSED LIKE COOKIE FOR A WEEK:
Like all good things, it started at brunch. It was a bitter January, before Empire even premiered and the idea that I would ever wear a leopard-print fedora was even a possibility. I was sitting in a restaurant, sipping my tea and absentmindedly checking my email, patting myself on the back for the biggest accomplishment of my life so far — going to two brunches on the same hungover Sunday morning — when a hiring editor at the New York Times magazine emailed me about a job opening. I choked on my tea.
Several weeks of interviews and edit tests followed, but through it all, I kept thinking: There’s no way I’m going to get this job. Most of this anxiety was rooted in not looking and feeling the part: For one, I’m not a white dude. My career is relatively inchoate; my editing experience meager. I don’t speak any other languages. I didn’t go to an Ivy League … I can barely spell the word “February.” It seemed totally unlikely, so I forged ahead, practically insouciant, convinced I had nothing to lose because I didn’t have much to offer.
Jamil Smith on that broseph with the rape sign:
Lawlor’s “crushing disappointment” that this wasn’t an invite to the latest shindig or pub crawl was palpable—but he began, as do most people about to say something horribly ignorant, offensive or impolitic, with a qualification. “Let me explain, I love consent,” he wrote. “Of course people should only interact with mutual agreement, but I still found this invitation loathsome. Like any self-respecting individual would, I found this to be a massive, painful, bitchy slap in the face.” Calling the Facebook invite “incredibly hurtful” and the “biggest insult I’ve received in a good few years”—he’s 19—all while using vulgarities to condemn people who were taking active steps towards ending sexual assault. After spending several words telling us what a great guy he is, Lawlor, without any hint of irony, slurs I Heart Consent as “smug, righteous, self-congratulatory.” The meat of Lawlor’s argument asks us to sympathize with him as he gives those anti-assault educators the tough love he feels they need. “I feel as if I’m taking the ‘wrong’ side here, but someone has to say it—I don’t have to be taught to not be a rapist. That much comes naturally to me, as I am sure it does to the overwhelming majority of people you and I know.”
I love Daniel Craig not giving a fuck anymore:
The interview continues, for some reason.
On Bond’s physique, Craig says, “It’s an aesthetic choice. My female producer always makes sure I take off my shirt often enough.”
And on Bond’s way with women: “Let’s not forget that he’s actually a misogynist.”
This mama bat is rescuing her baaaaaaby and it’s so cute.
Mia Matsumiya’s Insta collection of her collected creeper correspondence is absolutely horrifying.
My friend Carrie’s new puppy is REALLY too big for laps now:
RH Reality Check has a great investigation about the Right’s proposed alternatives to Planned Parenthood:
The receptionist at the clinic at Washington D.C.’s Correctional Treatment Facility seemed baffled to receive a call last week from a reporter asking whether she could schedule a breast exam at the facility.
“This is a jail,” the receptionist said. The reporter asked whether people from the community could nonetheless make appointments at the facility for a breast exam, a Pap smear, or a test for sexually transmitted infections. “Ma’am, this is a jail,” she said again, before suggesting that the reporter contact doctors’ offices nearby.
Indeed, most people would consider it unusual to pick a corrections facility if they were in the market for a breast exam. But that’s exactly what is suggested by a new website launched last month by some of the nation’s most prominent anti-choice groups.
I had only watched American Horror Story: Murder House (A++++) and now Mallory and I are watching AHS: Coven (I am enjoying it but Ryan needs to stay in his lane with race-related torture). Which is your favourite of the seasons? (I have not seen Asylum or Freak Show or Hotel yet.)
This super-hot Olympic freeskier just came out, which is great (you should read the whole thing, it’s GREAT):
Almost immediately, Kenworthy says, he felt pressure to fit in. Friends weren’t an issue; he was good-looking and likable, the kind of guy who gets along with everyone. But girls were an inescapable part of the role. “In skiing, there’s such an alpha male thing about pulling the hottest chicks,” Kenworthy says. “I know hooking up with hot girls doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. But I literally would sleep with a girl and then cry about it afterward. I’m like, ‘What am I doing? I don’t know what I’m doing.'”
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Nicole is an Editor of The Toast.