The DM | Issue Forty
Or the one where we look like a girl from Abercrombie & Fitch
Ah, the ‘90s. A time when it was ok to bleach your hair to the color of well-hydrated pee, eat air and call it a meal (Rumor has it Ally McBeal might be Ally McBack), and write song lyrics with literally no meaning other than the fact they rhymed. I see you and I know what you did last summer, LFO.
This isn’t a Gen Z newsletter. Sure, we dabble. We talk about tRendZ and TikTok hacks that make us feel relevant but we’re also pretty firmly (and proudly) rooted in millennial culture and when we quietly quit we do so because Fight Club told us to, though we won’t talk about it because we know. the. rules.
The ‘90s were just pure, ya know? Pure calcium. Mainly because we drank a lot of milk. But pure, nevertheless.
In conclusion, dear millennial friends and generational allies, Abercrombie and Fitch, if we had one wish, we’d order Chinese food forever even if it made us sick. Did you know Wonderwall came out in 1995?
Anyway, here’s this week’s DM. 🙃
From Meg
Fire content
On the subject of hOt ToPicS, have you by chance been reading the internet lately? There’s some absolutely beautiful work out there and I feel compelled to share a few short snippets with a choose-your-own-adventure model.
Is Tinder your longest relationship? Does below ring a bell? Have I got a swipe-right article for you, kiddo. An excerpt if you are so inclined:
‘I’ve rejected people for bad grammar, racial slurs, boring first questions, aggressive and immediate sexual overtures, overly earnest chat, GIF usage, delay of IRL meeting, or an inexplicable ick, often involving their choice in footwear. I’ve forgotten I dated and slept with someone and rematched with renewed interest. I’ve been lightly catfished and probably almost scammed. I’ve received dick pics without warning, solicited dick pics, sent nudes. It never occurred to me some specifics would turn me on: a snaggletooth, a bad tattoo in a good location, clean fingernails. I’ve ghosted and been ghosted and taken all the rejection like a champ but then been so randomly, disproportionately felled by one single rejection I’m surprised at the intensity of my rage and despair.’
What is everyone listening to lately? Literally nothing? Apparently, that’s normal.
Ok, not an article but if you want to stay relevant with Gen-Z, 10/10 suggest subscribing to Casey Lewis’s After School newsletter.
A pajama PSA
Cloudknit is a fabric JAM. I simply can not recommend Outdoor Voices’ CloudKnit enough. I would raise a family on top of this fabric. So soft I feel like Mary’s little lamb. Watch out cumulus, there’s a new floating sheriff blob in town.
I’m feeling short and sweet this week (I’m truly neither but let’s go with it) so here are three things I’m dropping to be more relevant with the kids:
Dior Lip Oil. If you know me you know I have been writing personalized reviews about this stuff for weeks. Totally worth the hype and gives grown-up trendy but also classy AF bc Dior, duh.
That one shirt that everyone is wearing. I know everyone is obsessed with Matilda Djerf, but like, me too ok? Her videos are my new ASMR.
A Tesla. JK, Gen Z can’t afford that. But I did put one in a shopping cart which felt like an absolute power move that I’m going to sit on for a min.
From Devon
Fun follows
I am, admittedly, one of those people who has a higher 'follow' count than 'followers' on Instagram, and here are three recent outstanding follows that have since caused further disparity to said numbers:
Elizabeth, an American quite literally living the dream in Italy, giving food tours, writing books, and drinking martinis from her pool in Puglia. Also, very important, she taught me that mortadella butter is a thing.
Charlotte, a Parisian whom I would like to hire as my personal stylist
Kaitlyn, a Texan with an eye for colorful interiors, as well as an enviable home
Hey, Mr. DJ
This video of Jimmy Fallon, The Roots, and Madonna brought me an inexplicable amount of joy, and I hope it does the same for you.
Well supplied
No matter how old I get, the nostalgic thrill of getting *new school supplies* never goes away, regardless of whether it is in the fall or the middle of summer. Case in point: this groovy notebook, some v fun pens, and an Airpods cleaner (not sure if this counts as a “suppply” but I’m obsessed with it).
The meaning of life
Really feeling this one, especially after finishing a three-day cleanse.
And, before you go, here’s what I’m currently:
Admiring: the beautiful little touches from this party and this party (my invites must have been lost in the mail!)
Drinking: an Oaxacan cup cocktail and this sparkling pet nat
Putting on the late summer baking list: plum cake