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The Mirror's Distortions: Navigating Identity in the Internet Age
In 2017-2018, when America seemed to collapse into an "unbearable supernova of perpetually escalating conflict," Jia Tolentino found herself unable to trust her own thinking. This doubt felt particularly unsettling because writing had always been her way of finding clarity-transforming herself into someone who appeared trustworthy and clear on the page. Yet this very habit made her suspect she was fooling herself. If she were truly the calm, collected person who emerged in her writing, why would she need to constantly construct narratives to become her? This tension-between the self we present and the self we experience-forms the heart of "Trick Mirror," Tolentino's examination of the spheres that have shaped her understanding of herself and contemporary America. From the internet to "optimization" culture, from drugs and religion to scamming and wedding culture, these essays attempt to undo the acts of refraction that distort our vision of ourselves and our world. Celebrated by figures from Zadie Smith to Roxane Gay and named one of the best books of 2019 by numerous publications, Tolentino's collection offers a penetrating look at how we construct and consume identity in an increasingly unreal time.
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The Internet's Broken Mirror
In 1999, ten-year-old Jia Tolentino fell in love with the internet instantly, calling it the "ULTIMATE COOL" on her Angelfire page. Within months, she'd learned HTML and "little Javascript trickies," marveling at how quickly her digital skills developed. This early internet-the You've Got Mail era-felt fundamentally different. Throughout the '80s and '90s, people gathered in open forums drawn to others' curiosity and expertise. With few search engines and no centralized platforms, discovery happened privately, and pleasure existed as its own reward. GeoCities offered personal website hosting organized into neighborhoods-/area51/ for sci-fi, /westhollywood/ for LGBTQ life-creating an ever-expanding village of curiosities.
This period, labeled Web 1.0, gave way to Web 2.0, where websites became dynamic portals displaying ever-changing streams of activity. Platforms like Blogger and Myspace transformed passive consumption into active generation. The blogosphere created a social internet centered on individual identity, where personal lives became public domain, and social incentives-to be liked, to be seen-evolved into economic ones. Internet exposure began to seem like a viable career foundation.
This call of self-expression transformed the internet village into a rapidly expanding city. At ten, Tolentino clicked through web rings of animal GIFs. At twelve, she wrote daily on LiveJournal. By fifteen, she uploaded miniskirt photos on Myspace. At twenty-five, her job was attracting hundreds of thousands of strangers to her posts. Now at thirty, most of her life is inextricable from the internet's "feverish, electric, unlivable hell."
The social internet's deterioration happened gradually then suddenly, reaching a tipping point around 2012. Facebook became tedious, Instagram revealed itself as a circus of performative happiness, and Twitter devolved into complaint central. The dream of a better, truer online self slipped away. Once free to be ourselves online, we became chained to ourselves online, growing increasingly self-conscious.
Even as we grow sad and ugly online, the mirage of a better digital self still glimmers. The internet's fundamental design requires performance-you must act to be seen. Built around personal profiles, platforms subtly suggest that communication's main purpose is self-promotion. Online rewards begin substituting for offline ones, explaining Instagram's carefully curated hotness, Facebook's smugness, and Twitter's political righteousness.
Despite being inseparable from life's pleasures-our connections to friends, family, community, and work-the internet has created five intersecting problems: it distends our sense of identity, overvalues our opinions, maximizes our sense of opposition, cheapens our understanding of solidarity, and destroys our sense of scale.
In 1959, sociologist Erving Goffman theorized that identity revolves around performance. In every interaction, we put on a show for an audience. Even without trying to perform, we still create impressions. Convincing identity performance requires self-delusion-concealing discreditable facts about ourselves. Offline, however, we find relief through changing audiences and "backstage" spaces where we can relax.
Online, this system becomes nightmarish. The internet adds mirrors, echoes, and panopticons to Goffman's metaphorical stage. Our data is tracked by corporations, creating a surveillance regime that decreases resistance to voluntary self-surveillance on social media. This architecture positions personal identity as the universe's center-binoculars that make everything look like our own reflection.
This system persists because it's profitable. As Tim Wu writes in The Attention Merchants, commerce has gradually permeated human existence-from 19th century billboards to 20th century radio and TV, and now into our identities and relationships. We've generated billions for social platforms through our desire to replicate our identities online.
Our selfhood buckles under this commercial weight. Online performances never end and audiences continuously expand. Most disturbingly, there's no backstage online-the audience never leaves. We're building selves simultaneously viewable by our mothers, bosses, potential employers, young relatives, past and future sexual partners, and political opponents. Identity becomes a series of promises made to an indefinitely increasing audience at all times.
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Reality TV and the Performance of Self
Until recently, one of Tolentino's best-kept secrets was that she once spent three weeks at sixteen filming a reality TV show in Puerto Rico. "Girls v. Boys: Puerto Rico" pitted four boys against four girls in challenges for a $50,000 prize on Vieques, a small island with white beaches and wild horses. Between competitions, they retreated to a pale-blue house to generate whatever drama they could.
Her reality TV journey began at a mall in September 2004, when her mother encouraged her to audition at a casting booth. Initially refusing with teenage annoyance, she finally went over after her father offered her twenty dollars. When she was cast, her mother hesitated but eventually agreed. In December, she was so excited waiting at the Houston airport that she missed her flight, ruining their tight filming schedule.
For years, Tolentino told this story as if she had ended up on reality TV by accident, but watching the show again, she realized a deeper truth: she had signed up enthusiastically, feeling almost fated to do it. She needed her father's twenty dollars not as motivation but as cover for her own desire. It's now obvious that a sixteen-year-old doesn't end up on television in a bikini unless she desperately wants to be seen.
Girls v. Boys: Puerto Rico aired during reality television's heyday-a relatively innocent time before the genre created a whole new type of camera-animated person assembled from silicone and pharmaceuticals. In the early 2000s, the genre was still novel, as was the underlying idea that would drive 21st-century culture-that ordinary personhood would readjust itself around whatever would sell.
It took Tolentino months to work up the courage to actually watch Girls v. Boys. When she finally did, with friends beside her for moral support, she was struck by how naturally they all behaved on camera-as if being followed by cameramen and giving confessionals was completely normal. Most striking was how little any of them had changed in the years since.
The show enacted the classic adolescent fantasy that your life is movie material, that you deserve a carefully soundtracked montage when walking down the street. In high school, Tolentino had craved exactly this kind of attention, constantly monitoring how others perceived her, worried she was becoming "a character to herself." Paradoxically, being under constant surveillance on the show made self-consciousness impossible-when everything was framed as performance, conscious performance became impossible.
Reality TV freed her from yet tethered her to self-consciousness by making it inextricable from everything else-useful if dubious preparation for a life intertwined with the internet, where we're simultaneously wondering "Where are we underneath all this arbitrary self-importance?" and "Aren't we all exactly as we seem?"
Every episode followed the same hypnotic structure: challenge, home drama about crushes and conflicts, repeat. The predictability was mesmerizing-sunrise time-lapses, teenagers in mosquito-netted bunk beds declaring today they'd win, beach competitions, sunset time-lapses, tanned teenagers complaining and occasionally kissing.
Though reality TV notoriously constructs stories from nothing through manipulative editing like "Frankenbiting," the show seemed like a bizarrely complete document of their experience. Without knowing it, Tolentino was learning a fundamental lesson of 21st-century life: the impossibility of differentiating between the pretext for an experience, the record of that experience, and the experience itself.
Throughout the season, her refusal to make out with anyone became a major plot point. On the Vegas reunion episode, Demian criticized her "stupid" rule while she climbed onto a high horse about her "morals." She can't remember if she actually wrote rules on a note card as she claimed, or if that memory conflicts with her current self-narrative.
Despite her on-camera resistance, she was drawn to Demian's elaborate sense of humor, and on their last night in the house, they finally hooked up off-camera. The tension that had seemed unresolvable dissolved instantly, never to return in the same way.
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The Tyranny of Self-Optimization
The ideal woman has always been generic-a carefully engineered construct that appears natural. Today's version has glossy hair, a youthful appearance, and the clean, shameless expression of someone made to be looked at. She's often shown at leisure in beautiful settings, her life a carefully curated spectacle. She has mastered the monetizable skill of broadcasting her image and has both a personal brand and a partner who validates her status as worthy of attention.
This woman enthusiastically embraces market demands: good looks, extended youth, and advanced self-presentation skills. She's equally interested in whatever tools the market offers to enhance her appeal and extract maximum value from her position. She is always optimizing-using technology both to broadcast and improve her image. Her enhancements are embedded directly into her face and body through cosmetic procedures and exercise, eliminating the need for traditional concealments.
Today's ideal woman coexists easily with market-friendly feminism that valorizes individual success. This feminism hasn't eradicated the tyranny of the ideal woman but entrenched it more insidiously, making it psychologically seamless for women to spend their lives pursuing an idealized mirage of themselves. The modern woman can reasonably believe-with feminism's encouragement-that she herself is the architect of the exquisite power this image holds over her time, money, decisions, selfhood, and soul.
Getting "better" at being a woman is a ridiculous and often amoral project-a subset of the larger project of optimizing life under accelerated capitalism. In this system, pleasures become traps and satisfaction remains perpetually out of reach, yet worsening conditions only increase the compulsion to optimize.
This optimization culture manifests in experiences like efficient barre classes and fast-casual chopped-salad chains like Sweetgreen, where Tolentino eats at inhuman speed. These establishments process customers with assembly-line precision, obscuring the circular artifice of the lifestyles they enable. The ideal customer needs his twelve-dollar salad consumed in ten minutes to maintain the job that allows him to afford such salads in the first place, while generating data and revenue through constant digital engagement.
Tolentino avoided fitness and nutrition until her twenties, having witnessed how these pursuits often transmitted eating disorders among teenage girls. Everything changed during Peace Corps in Kyrgyzstan, where her health became critically important. Developing tuberculosis and experiencing hair loss made her realize how she'd taken her body for granted.
Returning to America in 2011 brought culture shock-the abundance in grocery stores made her cry, while yoga studios introduced her to women with diamond rings and $90 leggings discussing microdermabrasion and enormous weddings. Their high-functioning intensity contrasted sharply with her post-Peace Corps dread and spiritual emptiness.
After an awkward yoga experience, she tried Pure Barre, entering a cave-dark room where sinewy women stared stone-faced at their mirrored reflections. The class was an immediate state of emergency-a manic, ritualized activity with deafening music and lighting changes that felt like "a police car doing donuts in my frontal cortex." By the end, her muscles had liquefied, and they finished with "back dancing"-thrusting their hips into the darkness with sacrificial devotion. She felt the satisfying but gross sense of conforming to a prototype.
Barre isn't just exercise-it's training for hyper-accelerated capitalism. It prepares you less for marathons than for twelve-hour workdays or underfunded commutes. Like Sweetgreen feels like eating, barre feels like exercise: both help you adapt to prolonged agony. It's perfect for an era where everyone works constantly-no shower needed, back to the office in minutes-while women must still look unreasonably good.
When you're a woman, the things you like get used against you-or the things used against you are prefigured as things you should like. Tolentino enjoys trying to look good, but how much can you genuinely like what amounts to a mandate?
In 1991's The Beauty Myth, Naomi Wolf noted beauty requirements escalated as women's subjugation decreased-a patriarchal immune response to gender equality. Women traded endless housework for endless beauty work, a "third shift" obligation in every setting. More recently, philosopher Heather Widdows argues beauty has taken on an ethical dimension. Under this ethical ideal, beauty work becomes virtuous striving, and failing to meet beauty standards represents "not a local or partial failure, but a failure of the self."
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Literary Heroines and the Female Journey
If female life were imagined through literature, it would progress from childhood innocence to adolescent sadness to adult bitterness, ending in disappearance or death. Literary children are vibrant and adventurous, teenage heroines are desired and tragic, while adult women face dark fates-Emma Bovary's arsenic, Anna Karenina's train, Edna Pontellier's drowning. This stark contrast between childhood resilience and adult suffering reflects something profound about how we imagine female lives.
As a Filipino-Canadian child in suburban Houston, Tolentino didn't yet understand meaningful differences between herself and the literary heroines she loved. It wasn't until a friend insisted she could only play the Yellow Power Ranger that she grasped how identity could govern our relationship to what we read and saw. This moment marked either the beginning or end of self-delusion, as she realized the limits others perceived in her.
Children's literature has a unique limpidity-a close, clean material attention that creates a cognitive equivalent of salty and sweet. What distinguishes these heroines is their intrinsic resilience-sadness and fear exist alongside mishap and joy, but don't diminish their selfhood. In adult fiction, female characters' traumas often drive the narrative, with countless examples of rape being used as plot devices. In children's literature, young female characters are self-evidently important, their traumas secondary.
We feel close to childhood heroines even when they're not conventionally likable. Ramona Quimby is a pest who squeezes toothpaste into sinks and "dreads being good because being good was boring." Harriet from Harriet the Spy is irritable and superior, slapping classmates and dismissing teachers. Yet we love her precisely for her prickliness, for her declaration "I'm going to be a writer. And when I say that's a mountain, that's a mountain."
Many childhood heroines are little writers, perceptive and verbose, often younger versions of their authors. Anne Shirley delivers run-on monologues and starts a short-story club. Emily Starr declares at thirteen that she'll become famous through writing and experiences creative inspiration she calls "the flash." Anastasia Krupnik has words "appearing in her own head, floating there and arranging themselves" and writes experimental poetry that earns an F from her teacher but "Fabulous" from her poet father.
Young heroines work hard, often from economic necessity. Laura Ingalls becomes a seamstress and teacher to support her blind sister. Mandy works at a grocery store at just ten. Francie in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn sells junk, tends bar, and assembles fake flowers to help her family survive. Even when survival isn't at stake, these characters remain industrious-Anne starts a beautification society, Hermione uses a time machine to take more classes, Anastasia works as a personal assistant.
None of these heroines are caricatures of goodness-Anne is ridiculous, Jo clumsy, Anastasia dorky, Betsy flighty, Harriet unmodulated. But their self-interest doesn't curdle. They live in the world as themselves. As Simone de Beauvoir writes, a girl is a "human being before becoming a woman," understanding that adulthood looms with marriage and children, which effectively means the end of individual desire.
For heroines we meet in adolescence, the future isn't natural but traumatic. In The Bell Jar, Esther Greenwood sees her potential futures like figs while "starving to death" from indecision. De Beauvoir notes that men experience no contradiction between gender and "vocation as a human being," while women feel defenseless before a "dull fatality" of femininity that means "sickness and suffering and death."
If childhood heroines accept the future from a distance, and adolescents are blindly thrust toward it, adult heroines live within this long-anticipated future and find it dismal. Their situation is one of premature finality, where marriage and children prevent them from living the lives they want.
In Madame Bovary, Emma longs for "felicity, passion, rapture" but finds only stagnation in marriage. She wonders about "this insufficiency in life-this instantaneous turning to decay of everything on which she leant." When romance fails through failed affairs with Rodolphe and Leon, she goes deep into debt attempting to excite herself, ultimately taking arsenic-another victim of women's inability to access economic stability without male protection.
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Religion, Ecstasy, and Transcendence
The "Repentagon"-Tolentino's childhood church-dominated forty-two acres in Houston, a $34 million campus with a six-thousand-seat Worship Center. This self-contained world offered everything from nursery school through retirement, evolving into a showcase of evangelical excess by the mid-nineties.
As a child, she dove deep into church life-making salvation bracelets, performing in musicals, memorizing hymns. Christianity provided clear moral boundaries and exciting biblical narratives. Her faith felt natural, occasionally transcendent, as she prayed nightly and found holiness in ordinary moments.
Her certainty began unraveling in fifth grade. The church's increasing rigidity-banning Disney, confiscating secular media, attributing tragedy to "God's will"-created growing discomfort. By middle school, guilt and ambivalence replaced her earlier devotion.
Everything changed when she discovered Houston's hip-hop radio station playing chopped and screwed music during a Sunday service escape. This musical style, pioneered by DJ Screw in 1989, involved slowing down mixtapes to create a distinctive sound that matched Houston's sprawling, segregated landscape of endless highways and swampy nights.
Her world expanded beyond church walls: prayers at cheerleading camp followed by bedroom rap sessions; youth group worship alternating with foam-soaked teen club nights. Though she's spent years undoing her religious conditioning, she values how it taught her to navigate extreme environments and shaped her moral foundation-ironically leading to her departure when she couldn't reconcile Southern evangelicalism with her evolving beliefs.
Religion and drugs attracted her similarly-both offering paths to transcendence and rapture. The ecstatic experience, literally meaning "to stand outside yourself," appears consistently across history, from Julian of Norwich's divine visions to modern MDMA use. MDMA, evolving from "Adam" to "ecstasy" to "molly," generates empathy in stages: removing inhibitions, fostering emotional connection, and creating group harmony while maintaining the user's sense of reality. Ann Shulgin dubbed it "penicillin for the soul" for its ability to reveal one's best self.
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The Story of a Generation in Seven Scams
Billy McFarland began scamming at age 22, born to real estate developer parents in 1991. After nine months at Bucknell, he dropped out to found "Spling," a vaguely defined "tech-driven ad platform" during 2011's startup boom when Peter Thiel was offering $100,000 to dropout entrepreneurs. By 2013, McFarland launched Magnises, charging upwardly mobile millennials $250 annually for VIP event access and a "signature" black card that merely duplicated an existing credit card's magnetic strip. Despite breathless press coverage calling it a "club for elite millennials," Magnises quickly devolved-members found their expensive tickets mysteriously invalid, while McFarland text-spammed them with try-hard offers like "private networking dinners" or opportunities to be mentioned in a Ja Rule song.
The 2008 financial crisis exemplified America's embrace of scamming as an ethos. The housing bubble was built on predatory lending after 2004 law changes allowed mortgages for people who could never repay them. Housing prices rose by up to 80% in some markets, fueled by NINJA loans (no income, no job or assets) and obscure financial instruments like CDOs that one banker called "just fucking crazy...fraud." When the bubble burst in 2007, families faced foreclosure while banks received government bailouts. Unlike Iceland, which jailed 29 bank executives, American bankers emerged largely unscathed and often richer.
College tuition has skyrocketed-private university costs are three times higher than in 1974, and public schools four times higher, while wages remain stagnant. The student debt burden has doubled from $18,000 for 2003 graduates to over $37,000 for 2016 graduates, with some owing $100,000+ after graduate school. The math is punishing: a $37,000 Stafford loan means paying $50,000 in interest, and loan forgiveness programs reject 99% of applicants.
Mark Zuckerberg, worth roughly $55 billion (5 million times the median American household), created Facebook from a drunken impulse to compare Harvard students to farm animals. His 2003 Facemash site, which put photos of classmates side by side for rating, drew 450 visitors in four hours with 22,000 votes. Though initially controversial, it revealed demand for an online directory, leading to Facebook's launch in February 2004. Facebook's appeal was immediate-a clean, official-seeming platform for crafting digital identities. But what seemed like a wonderful product has revealed itself as a scam: we users are the product, our attention and data sold to advertisers and political interests.
Sophia Amoruso, born the same year as Zuckerberg, emerged as the "Cinderella of tech" with her online fashion retailer Nasty Gal. Starting in 2006 as a former shoplifting anarchist selling thrift store finds, she built a company doing hundreds of millions in sales by 2014 without taking on debt. Her memoir "#GIRLBOSS" presented her as a reluctant icon who claimed to reject pedestals while simultaneously building her personal brand. Despite her anti-capitalist beginnings, Amoruso discovered that "capitalism was a kind of alchemy" and that "money spells freedom." Her success story crumbled quickly-layoffs, stepping down as CEO, lawsuits from pregnant employees, and bankruptcy followed.
Amazon, now worth $1 trillion, exemplifies the millennial era's business model: dismantling social structures to extract maximum profit. Originally named "Relentless," Jeff Bezos's company began selling books online because they offered unlimited inventory and data on affluent shoppers. Amazon operated at a loss for seven years, using artificially low prices to kill competition while investors poured in money. The company has decimated brick-and-mortar retail, closing thousands of stores and becoming arguably an illegal monopsony. This efficiency requires extreme devaluation-Amazon's corporate culture is notoriously hellish, with warehouse workers subjected to constant monitoring, impossible productivity goals, and inhumane conditions.
Donald Trump represents the definitive scam for millennials-an open con artist elected president. For decades, Trump peddled a fraudulent narrative as a straight-talking, self-made billionaire, with the transparent lie becoming central to his appeal. In his ghostwritten "The Art of the Deal," he coined "truthful hyperbole" as effective promotion. His con artistry extends beyond false advertising into exploitation: sued by Nixon's Justice Department for discriminating against Black tenants, hiring undocumented workers without safety equipment for Trump Tower, cutting heat and water to force out rent-controlled tenants, and routinely stiffing contractors.
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The Complicated Reality of American Institutions
Charlottesville sells itself as a honeyed Eden-a college town with Dixie ease but liberal intellectual ideals. UVA's promotional materials boast of it being America's happiest city and best college town, where "the world spins as it should" and "almost everything is a tradition." Tolentino was captivated by this charm when visiting as a high school senior in 2005, drawn to the white-columned buildings, bluebird skies, and the sense of "long afternoons and doors propped open."
She arrived at sixteen, finding UVA comfortingly "moderate, not extremely liberal" compared to her evangelical school background. Despite boys who half-jokingly referred to the "War of Northern Aggression," it seemed progressive compared to the outright racism she'd known. The university embodied a recruitment brochure come to life-everyone finding their people, carrying books across green expanses, sharp but not pretentious.
In 2014, Rolling Stone published "A Rape on Campus," an article that went viral immediately, becoming the magazine's most-read non-celebrity piece ever. At UVA, reactions were explosive but mixed. Protesters marched on Rugby Road with signs saying "Burn Down the Frats" while Phi Psi was vandalized. The campus newspaper overflowed with responses acknowledging the Greek system's insidious leeway while questioning Rolling Stone's intentions.
As a 25-year-old editor at Jezebel with no investigative reporting experience, Tolentino noticed some details were off but didn't recognize these as red flags. Soon, journalists began dismantling the story, discovering the reporter had never contacted "Drew" or any of the alleged attackers. The Washington Post found Phi Psi hadn't even held a party on the night in question, and Jackie's story contained major discrepancies. By December 5, Rolling Stone was forced to retract the article.
Through depositions and the Columbia Journalism Review's investigation, the truth emerged: Jackie had experienced something distressing in 2012, but her story had dramatically evolved by the time she met the reporter in 2014. The reporter, working under a lucrative contract and seeking a dramatic campus rape story, ignored warning signs when Jackie's account changed and when she refused to provide names.
Despite the article's retraction, UVA's history reveals a troubling pattern: for decades, the university expelled students for honor code violations like plagiarism while refusing to treat rape as serious. Between 1998 and 2014, 183 students were expelled for honor violations, while sexual assault was met with minimal consequences.
UVA was founded in 1819 by Thomas Jefferson, who envisioned a secular public university accessible to all white men regardless of wealth. Today, Jefferson's cult of personality permeates campus life-he's affectionately called "TJ" or "Mr. Jefferson," and the school celebrates his ingenuity and integrity while glossing over his contradictions.
Jefferson owned Sally Hemings, who was thirty years younger than him and became his property as an infant. When she was fourteen, she accompanied his daughter to Paris, where Jefferson met them. By sixteen, Hemings was pregnant. Though she could have remained free in France, Jefferson persuaded her to return by promising privileges and eventual freedom for her children. Despite writing about Black people's supposed inferiority, Jefferson maintained this relationship for years while publicly denying it.
From its inception, UVA struggled with student misconduct. The university was "new and experimental," without church backing or alumni support, making student misbehavior an existential threat. Despite this, students from the Southern slave-owning class displayed "an exaggerated sense of self-importance," drinking and fighting excessively. Jefferson believed that "pride, ambition, and morality" would naturally guide student behavior, making strict rules unnecessary. But the concept of honor in the white Southern context was inextricably tied to violence, serving as both cover and fuel for the university's worst transgressions.
College towns exist in a state of perpetual amnesia, their populations turning over every four years. At UVA, this has enabled a persistent denial of uncomfortable truths-that slave laborers built its fetishized campus, that it has a long history of sexual violence, that Alderman Library was named for a eugenicist president who once thanked the KKK for a donation. The school's self-conception can never become true until it acknowledges how false it has always been.
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The Cult of the Difficult Woman
Over the past decade, a profound shift has occurred: it's now normal for women to understand their lives in feminist terms. What was once dismissed as "crazy" or "abrasive" is now recognized as sexist labeling. Media outlets still scrutinize women's appearances but claim to do so "in a feminist way." The journey from Britney Spears being upskirted on tabloid covers to Stormy Daniels as political hero represents a dizzying cultural transformation.
The reframing of female difficulty as an asset rather than liability comes from decades of feminist thought suddenly flourishing in the internet's open ideological space. This manifests through narrative engineering-rewriting celebrity lives as feminist texts. Writers examine a celebrity's public narrative, highlighting the sexism that shaped it. Britney Spears, once portrayed as vapid and unstable, now seems sympathetic-crushed by impossible competing demands. Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston, depicted as strung-out monsters in life, are recognized as geniuses in death. Monica Lewinsky wasn't a dumb slut but an ordinary twentysomething exploited by the most powerful boss in America.
Analyzing sexism through female celebrities is catnip pedagogy: it takes a beloved cultural pastime (calculating a woman's worth) and gives it progressive political import. When we reclaim celebrities' stories, ordinary women's stories are reclaimed too. The Weinstein revelations were possible because women could finally count on feminist narrative interpretation. Women like Annabella Sciorra could acknowledge that rape led to industry banishment; Asia Argento could admit dating Weinstein after he raped her.
But when a woman's worth is built partly on the unfairness leveled at her, things get slippery. Every woman faces backlash and criticism. Extraordinary women face more. All criticism exists in the context of sexism. These three facts have collapsed into one another, creating the idea that harsh criticism of a woman is always sexist, and furthermore, that receiving sexist criticism indicates a woman's worth.
The underlying situation is simple: we're all defined by historical terms and conditions written mostly by and for men. Any woman whose name survived history did so against a backdrop of male power. Until recently, women were always introduced through male perspectives. There's always a way to recast a woman's life on women's terms-from biblical figures like Eve (not a sinner but a knowledge-seeker) and Lot's wife (exemplifying disproportionate punishment) to temptresses like Delilah, who seems today like a woman seeking pleasure and survival in a compromised world.
Delilah's power was inextricable from the expectation of her powerlessness. She seemed harmless to Samson until she cut his hair while he slept in her lap. By nature, difficult women cause trouble that can be reinterpreted as good. Women claiming power historically belonging to men is both the story of female evil and female liberation.
Since 2016, Tolentino has questioned how we interpret incidents like Kim Kardashian's gunpoint robbery and Elena Ferrante's doxing as parables about women's punishment for ambition. The deeper issue is how women's success is forever refracted through the obstacles they overcome, with their lives constantly interpreted as referenda on womanhood itself.
By 2018, as celebrity and politics merged, the difficult-woman discourse moved into the mainstream political realm. The women in the Trump administration manifest many qualities celebrated in feminist icons: selfishness, shamelessness, ambition. Their treatment as celebrities reveals our cultural paradox-sexism remains ubiquitous, yet criticizing women about anything that might intersect with sexism seems incorrect. For Trump's female figures, this means criticism is often intercepted by sexism becoming the story, a dynamic they've learned to weaponize.
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The Wedding Industrial Complex
At thirty, Tolentino has attended forty-six weddings with her boyfriend Andrew. Though they enjoy these celebrations, she doesn't want to marry - a stance that draws constant questioning and lectures about missing out on profound connections. Andrew faces less scrutiny, as weddings are presumed more significant for women.
The wedding industry presents couples (mainly brides) with an expensive checklist: wedding planners ($3,500), venues ($13,000), florals ($2,000), catering ($12,000), photography ($6,000), and dresses ($1,600 average). This typically amounts to $30,000 spent in twelve hours, marketed as both fun and tradition.
Historically, weddings were simple affairs where women wore colored, reusable dresses. The white wedding dress trend began with Queen Victoria in 1840 and was quickly reframed as "tradition." Victorian elites established formal wedding customs, while businesses emerged to profit from these new practices.
Wedding extravagance has evolved from 90s minimalism to reality TV excess and Pinterest-perfect aesthetics. Today's Instagram era merges weddings with wellness culture, adding expenses like crystal cleansing, underarm Botox ($1,500), and premium photography packages reaching $27,000.
Tolentino's disinterest in weddings contrasts with society's expectations. While girls are conditioned through media to dream of weddings, she preferred the adventure aspects of Disney movies over romance. Marriage historically disadvantaged women - from ancient laws permitting violence to American women needing husbands' permission for credit cards until 1974.
The 2015 Obergefell v. Hodges decision redefined marriage as potentially gender-equal, though traditional straight weddings still reinforce inequality. Research shows marriage often benefits men's health while harming women's. The wedding spectacle offers women one day of glory in exchange for gradual social diminishment - creating two versions of a bride: the celebrated figure and her disappearing counterpart, both bound by patriarchal structures.
