Thursday, March 19, 2020
Here’s What to Know About the Coronavirus Pandemic Today
As more facts and figures emerge around the pandemic COVID-19 in the days ahead, Vogue will be pinpointing exactly what you need to know each morning.
Below, here are the latest updates.
For official information on coronavirus prevention, please visit the World Health Organization or Centers for Disease Control and Prevention websites.
Today, for the first time since the virus was discovered, there have been no new reported cases of the coronavirus in China.
Union Square Hospitality Group chief executive Danny Meyer was forced to lay off nearly 2,000 employees yesterday in light of dire revenue losses from the closures of all of his restaurants.
An E.U. commissioner is asking users of streaming platforms like Netflix to refrain from streaming videos in high resolution in order to prevent internet congestion.
Amazon has closed one of its delivery centers in Queens, New York, after an employee there tested positive for COVID-19.
President Trump said he would be calling on a wartime law, the Defense Production Act, in order to direct civilian businesses to start making medical supplies (including ventilators) and other necessary products.
The president also shared details as to the $1 trillion stimulus package, which includes $500 billion in direct payments to taxpayers and $500 billion in loans for businesses.
As of this morning, there are more than 220,000 cases of the novel coronavirus worldwide.
Monday, January 20, 2020
Has the Women's March Changed, Or Have We?
It's difficult to find the words to describe the energy crackling in the air at the 2017 Women's March without being trite, or overly sentimental. It was the biggest single-day protest in American history, with over a million people attending marches nationwide. The pure human and emotional volume might have been overwhelming, but it also felt—in the best way possible—like a primal scream, a collective exhalation from a country devastated by the election of an alleged serial sexual assaulter and harasser.
Three years later, the Women's March has been the subject of numerous controversies. Infighting about, among other things, anti-Semitism and the Israeli/Palestinian conflict has plagued its board, and critics have since observed that the "pussyhat feminism" of the original event centered the experiences and feelings of cis white women, approximately 52% of whom voted for Trump.
As with any social movement, it's difficult to pinpoint exactly when the establishment-feminist sentiment surrounding the Women's March began to feel anachronistic. Undaunted, though, the March continues, with its fourth annual gathering planned for Saturday morning in Washington, D.C. (As in past years, there are additional rallies taking place around the country.) In an attempt to figure out what the role of the Women's March is in 2020, Vogue spoke to five women who attended the original D.C. march in 2017 about that day and what activism looks like for them now.
On the first Women's March in D.C.
A. Parker Ruhl, physician: I grew up in the D.C. area, coming to the mall for the Fourth of July, used to thinking I’d seen it full. I have never experienced anything like the mass of people that day.
Jaya Saxena, writer: I went with my mom and some of our cousins, who were based in the D.C. suburbs. I initially wasn't sure if I wanted to go, but my mom really wanted to and, like a lot of people, we were just so unmoored by the election that we wanted to make some sort of statement. It was wonderful to be there with family of multiple generations. And I have to say, the realization that everyone on the Metro was headed to the march and that we couldn't get up the stairs fast enough to let more people in was really inspiring. There were just so many people and so much energy. I know there are a lot of criticisms about what the march was and has become, but I never want to discount what that day was like both in D.C. and around the country. There were a lot of people whose politics I disagreed with there, but the point was opposing Trump, and seeing the turnout made me feel like any other conversations we needed to have were possible.
On choosing not to return to a Women's March after 2017
Emily Gaudette, writer: I now canvas for political candidates I believe in, I joined a mentoring volunteer group to work with kids in Queens, and I text and phone bank for Bernie Sanders. I also donate every month to Progressives Everywhere, and I’ve become much more involved in reading socialist literature and theory, but the Women’s March just seemed too scattered.
Molly Breitbart, development associate: I did not [return to a Women's March.] Partially because I'm anxious and don't fare well in crowds to begin with. But more so, I felt dismayed by the fracturing of the movement in years following the original march. Of course, the first effort wasn't perfect—but I was disheartened when, instead of galvanizing and earnestly trying to rectify the previous years' insensitivities and missteps, activists became defensive. Between the inability to ensure visibility for the priorities of the trans community, WOC, and others, and the competing marches that ultimately took place in New York last year after much controversy, the initial unity and mutual respect that the march's founders and participants aimed to foster had splintered irreparably. Perhaps I'm naive and it was never there in the first place; and I know that I'm speaking from a place of privilege (as a white, financially secure cis woman).
But I still firmly believe that there remains a common enemy: in misogyny, in racism, homophobia, xenophobia, and sexism. In oppression. And that there is enough room for all experiences to be recognized and advocated for—to do so, we must to be willing to compromise and champion one another.
On the 2020 Women's March and beyond
Cristela Alonzo, actress/writer/producer: I’m back to the Women’s March this year because this marks the 100th anniversary of the year women got the right to vote. I find the Women’s March is the place to celebrate that and remind each other that our voice/vote matters during this important election year. I once again feel like this is a moment in history happening before my eyes.
Saxena: Since I went to the Women's March I've figured out ways to become politically involved that work well for me. I've kept up a habit of regularly contacting all my reps about issues I care about, from Chuck Schumer to my assemblywoman. I've gotten really involved in labor organizing, especially for freelance media workers. I try to bring issues I'm passionate about into my writing. I did phone banking for Beto when he ran for Senate because I hate Ted Cruz (the biggest betrayal of my life was Beto running for president instead of trying to get Cruz out again). I've gone to smaller marches and demonstrations around my city around specific issues like keeping Amazon out of LIC and protecting trans people. And I donate what I can to some charities.
It's absolutely not enough, it's never enough, but if anything it's become more of a natural part of who I am and how I live my life. My politics is no longer a separate category of myself.
Three years later, the Women's March has been the subject of numerous controversies. Infighting about, among other things, anti-Semitism and the Israeli/Palestinian conflict has plagued its board, and critics have since observed that the "pussyhat feminism" of the original event centered the experiences and feelings of cis white women, approximately 52% of whom voted for Trump.
As with any social movement, it's difficult to pinpoint exactly when the establishment-feminist sentiment surrounding the Women's March began to feel anachronistic. Undaunted, though, the March continues, with its fourth annual gathering planned for Saturday morning in Washington, D.C. (As in past years, there are additional rallies taking place around the country.) In an attempt to figure out what the role of the Women's March is in 2020, Vogue spoke to five women who attended the original D.C. march in 2017 about that day and what activism looks like for them now.
On the first Women's March in D.C.
A. Parker Ruhl, physician: I grew up in the D.C. area, coming to the mall for the Fourth of July, used to thinking I’d seen it full. I have never experienced anything like the mass of people that day.
Jaya Saxena, writer: I went with my mom and some of our cousins, who were based in the D.C. suburbs. I initially wasn't sure if I wanted to go, but my mom really wanted to and, like a lot of people, we were just so unmoored by the election that we wanted to make some sort of statement. It was wonderful to be there with family of multiple generations. And I have to say, the realization that everyone on the Metro was headed to the march and that we couldn't get up the stairs fast enough to let more people in was really inspiring. There were just so many people and so much energy. I know there are a lot of criticisms about what the march was and has become, but I never want to discount what that day was like both in D.C. and around the country. There were a lot of people whose politics I disagreed with there, but the point was opposing Trump, and seeing the turnout made me feel like any other conversations we needed to have were possible.
On choosing not to return to a Women's March after 2017
Emily Gaudette, writer: I now canvas for political candidates I believe in, I joined a mentoring volunteer group to work with kids in Queens, and I text and phone bank for Bernie Sanders. I also donate every month to Progressives Everywhere, and I’ve become much more involved in reading socialist literature and theory, but the Women’s March just seemed too scattered.
Molly Breitbart, development associate: I did not [return to a Women's March.] Partially because I'm anxious and don't fare well in crowds to begin with. But more so, I felt dismayed by the fracturing of the movement in years following the original march. Of course, the first effort wasn't perfect—but I was disheartened when, instead of galvanizing and earnestly trying to rectify the previous years' insensitivities and missteps, activists became defensive. Between the inability to ensure visibility for the priorities of the trans community, WOC, and others, and the competing marches that ultimately took place in New York last year after much controversy, the initial unity and mutual respect that the march's founders and participants aimed to foster had splintered irreparably. Perhaps I'm naive and it was never there in the first place; and I know that I'm speaking from a place of privilege (as a white, financially secure cis woman).
But I still firmly believe that there remains a common enemy: in misogyny, in racism, homophobia, xenophobia, and sexism. In oppression. And that there is enough room for all experiences to be recognized and advocated for—to do so, we must to be willing to compromise and champion one another.
On the 2020 Women's March and beyond
Cristela Alonzo, actress/writer/producer: I’m back to the Women’s March this year because this marks the 100th anniversary of the year women got the right to vote. I find the Women’s March is the place to celebrate that and remind each other that our voice/vote matters during this important election year. I once again feel like this is a moment in history happening before my eyes.
Saxena: Since I went to the Women's March I've figured out ways to become politically involved that work well for me. I've kept up a habit of regularly contacting all my reps about issues I care about, from Chuck Schumer to my assemblywoman. I've gotten really involved in labor organizing, especially for freelance media workers. I try to bring issues I'm passionate about into my writing. I did phone banking for Beto when he ran for Senate because I hate Ted Cruz (the biggest betrayal of my life was Beto running for president instead of trying to get Cruz out again). I've gone to smaller marches and demonstrations around my city around specific issues like keeping Amazon out of LIC and protecting trans people. And I donate what I can to some charities.
It's absolutely not enough, it's never enough, but if anything it's become more of a natural part of who I am and how I live my life. My politics is no longer a separate category of myself.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
What Was Your Movie of the Decade?
We’re just a few weeks out from 2020, and at this point, I think it’s safe to say we’re all suffering from list fatigue. The desire to declare the best cultural relics of the year/decade feels both natural and hubristic, yet even trying to round up “the best” books, movies, TV shows, et cetera, can leave a lot of great stuff on the table.
On that note, in considering the last 10 years on film, I found myself thinking less about obvious hits and more about the sleeper gems that, one way or another, defined some part of the decade for me. One film that resonated with me more than I care to admit was Matt Spicer’s 2017 romp Ingrid Goes West.
I first saw the film on a plane a few months after my 24th birthday, hurtling from my hometown of New York to my adopted city of L.A., and protagonist Ingrid’s desperate striving to fit in among the glitterati of Venice Beach made a discomfiting kind of sense to me. No, I never kidnapped someone’s dog in an effort to become BFFs with the owner, but I could relate to Ingrid’s distinct sense that there was some aspect of the L.A. lifestyle that she was failing to embody.
As I watched Ingrid fight to ingratiate herself with a crowd of flaxen-haired influencers led by Taylor (Elizabeth Olsen), I had to watch through my fingers; Ingrid’s need was so raw, so recognizable, that it practically leapt off the screen. Recently, I rewatched the film with college friends in the New York apartment I returned to a year ago, and improbably enough, I found myself looking back on Ingrid—and my own L.A. misadventures—with some measure of empathy. She was just trying to fit in, after all.
Ingrid Goes West may not have dominated awards discussions or influenced the moviemaking discourse, but it spoke to me in a way that the year’s Oscar winners didn’t. In that spirit, here are other Vogue staffers on the movies that affected them most this decade.
It’s crazy to think that Black Swan came out in 2010, because it’s legendary and iconic in my books—as though it’s been around for decades. I still think it’s one of Natalie Portman’s best performances to date. And I die for Winona Ryder’s role as a jealous, jaded ballerina (performance of the decade). —Christian Allaire, fashion and style writer
For sheer cinematic virtuosity, I don’t think anything in the last 10 years can touch Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)—the ultimate embodiment of Hitchcock’s sentiment that a movie should be intelligible to the audience with the sound turned off. There were times while watching it when I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing, such was the gleeful intensity of the spectacle—and the fact that director George Miller didn’t gather an armful of Oscars for this totemic achievement only shows the Academy’s raging bias against genre films, even when masterfully executed. —Corey Seymour, senior features editor
The Souvenir (2019), Joanna Hogg’s ruminative and largely autobiographical fourth feature film, tells two distinct, but not unrelated stories. One’s about a young woman in a harrowing on-again, off-again relationship with a dashing heroin addict; the other’s about that same young woman, a film student, discovering her voice as an artist—a journey that I found so deeply and personally moving, I spent the 20-minute walk from the theater to my apartment absolutely dizzy with emotion. This was, for me, a decade rich with discovery—I turned 16 in 2010—and Hogg spoke to that weird/banal, exciting/scary experience of figuring out what matters to you (and what you deserve) with a quiet (but no less powerful) authority. —Marley Marius, features assistant
The German movie Hell (2011). I just love the apocalypse. —Liana Satenstein, senior fashion news writer
For me, almost nine years later, it’s still Nicolas Winding Refn’s style-over-substance Los Angeles noir-romance Drive (2011). Isn’t Drive crazily, gratuitously violent? Isn’t Ryan Gosling as a taciturn stunt driver-hero little more than an emo, alpha-male cliché? Is Carey Mulligan the least convincing working-class-L.A.-mom-with-a-convict-husband you’ve ever seen? Am I still in love with her? And with this ludicrously cool one-last-job-gone-wrong neon-lit thriller? Yes, yes, yes. —Taylor Antrim, executive editor
I’m cheating: I’m picking four. I know that’s not the point, but there are a few vectors of the decade in film that felt significant to me. First of all, Melancholia (2011) reflects the only part of the coming apocalypse I can feel smug about: having known it was coming all along, and submitting wearily to its companions, hedonism and emptiness. Watching Kirsten Dunst clomp around in a wedding dress as everyone else pretends everything is normal is the only fitting parallel to the hectic nature of our current moment. Then, there’s Magic Mike: XXL (2015); much has been made of the current lustful moment, when women are more vocal about desire than they ever have been, and I believe MMXXL was what flipped the switch and permitted us to reveal the lust-addled natures we’ve nursed all along. On a completely different note, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before soothed my eternal teen soul perfectly; as we’ve inched towards chaos, we’ve reached for simpler, lovelier things, like romantic comedies and Noah Centineo. Finally, The Farewell honors the kind of modest, tortuous, but quotidian fables we tell just to get by, and it broke my heart. Oh, wait, one more: Call Me By Your Name. Do I dare to eat a peach? —Estelle Tang, senior culture editor
On that note, in considering the last 10 years on film, I found myself thinking less about obvious hits and more about the sleeper gems that, one way or another, defined some part of the decade for me. One film that resonated with me more than I care to admit was Matt Spicer’s 2017 romp Ingrid Goes West.
I first saw the film on a plane a few months after my 24th birthday, hurtling from my hometown of New York to my adopted city of L.A., and protagonist Ingrid’s desperate striving to fit in among the glitterati of Venice Beach made a discomfiting kind of sense to me. No, I never kidnapped someone’s dog in an effort to become BFFs with the owner, but I could relate to Ingrid’s distinct sense that there was some aspect of the L.A. lifestyle that she was failing to embody.
As I watched Ingrid fight to ingratiate herself with a crowd of flaxen-haired influencers led by Taylor (Elizabeth Olsen), I had to watch through my fingers; Ingrid’s need was so raw, so recognizable, that it practically leapt off the screen. Recently, I rewatched the film with college friends in the New York apartment I returned to a year ago, and improbably enough, I found myself looking back on Ingrid—and my own L.A. misadventures—with some measure of empathy. She was just trying to fit in, after all.
Ingrid Goes West may not have dominated awards discussions or influenced the moviemaking discourse, but it spoke to me in a way that the year’s Oscar winners didn’t. In that spirit, here are other Vogue staffers on the movies that affected them most this decade.
It’s crazy to think that Black Swan came out in 2010, because it’s legendary and iconic in my books—as though it’s been around for decades. I still think it’s one of Natalie Portman’s best performances to date. And I die for Winona Ryder’s role as a jealous, jaded ballerina (performance of the decade). —Christian Allaire, fashion and style writer
For sheer cinematic virtuosity, I don’t think anything in the last 10 years can touch Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)—the ultimate embodiment of Hitchcock’s sentiment that a movie should be intelligible to the audience with the sound turned off. There were times while watching it when I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing, such was the gleeful intensity of the spectacle—and the fact that director George Miller didn’t gather an armful of Oscars for this totemic achievement only shows the Academy’s raging bias against genre films, even when masterfully executed. —Corey Seymour, senior features editor
The Souvenir (2019), Joanna Hogg’s ruminative and largely autobiographical fourth feature film, tells two distinct, but not unrelated stories. One’s about a young woman in a harrowing on-again, off-again relationship with a dashing heroin addict; the other’s about that same young woman, a film student, discovering her voice as an artist—a journey that I found so deeply and personally moving, I spent the 20-minute walk from the theater to my apartment absolutely dizzy with emotion. This was, for me, a decade rich with discovery—I turned 16 in 2010—and Hogg spoke to that weird/banal, exciting/scary experience of figuring out what matters to you (and what you deserve) with a quiet (but no less powerful) authority. —Marley Marius, features assistant
The German movie Hell (2011). I just love the apocalypse. —Liana Satenstein, senior fashion news writer
For me, almost nine years later, it’s still Nicolas Winding Refn’s style-over-substance Los Angeles noir-romance Drive (2011). Isn’t Drive crazily, gratuitously violent? Isn’t Ryan Gosling as a taciturn stunt driver-hero little more than an emo, alpha-male cliché? Is Carey Mulligan the least convincing working-class-L.A.-mom-with-a-convict-husband you’ve ever seen? Am I still in love with her? And with this ludicrously cool one-last-job-gone-wrong neon-lit thriller? Yes, yes, yes. —Taylor Antrim, executive editor
I’m cheating: I’m picking four. I know that’s not the point, but there are a few vectors of the decade in film that felt significant to me. First of all, Melancholia (2011) reflects the only part of the coming apocalypse I can feel smug about: having known it was coming all along, and submitting wearily to its companions, hedonism and emptiness. Watching Kirsten Dunst clomp around in a wedding dress as everyone else pretends everything is normal is the only fitting parallel to the hectic nature of our current moment. Then, there’s Magic Mike: XXL (2015); much has been made of the current lustful moment, when women are more vocal about desire than they ever have been, and I believe MMXXL was what flipped the switch and permitted us to reveal the lust-addled natures we’ve nursed all along. On a completely different note, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before soothed my eternal teen soul perfectly; as we’ve inched towards chaos, we’ve reached for simpler, lovelier things, like romantic comedies and Noah Centineo. Finally, The Farewell honors the kind of modest, tortuous, but quotidian fables we tell just to get by, and it broke my heart. Oh, wait, one more: Call Me By Your Name. Do I dare to eat a peach? —Estelle Tang, senior culture editor
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Show Your Gratitude With These Last-Minute Thanksgiving Gifts
Thanksgiving is such a marvelous time of year for so many reasons. It’s that sweet spot between fall and winter where the leaves are still falling off the trees, but you can start to imagine snow falling on the ground. It’s the coziest of holidays, dedicated to spending time with family, giving thanks, and of course having more than one helping of mashed potatoes. But Turkey Day can also be at times a little stressful. There are so many things to manage: the perfectly plated dinner, the perfect outfit, and a gift or two for that one family member you don’t see very often.
If you’re looking for a little last-minute gift for yourself or a loved one, we’ve got you covered. Want to look great in the kitchen while basting the bird? Consider wearing a cute little Dôen prairie frock with a festively printed apron from La Double J and a pair of surprisingly comfy platform mules from Coach. In need of some chic homegoods? Why not treat yourself to a floral Tory Burch dinner plate or grab a set of cheese knives for the gourmand in your life? No matter what you get, whether it is for yourself or a family member, take a moment to think about your year and the people who made it so lovely.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Why Is Everyone Saying “I Love That for You”?
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment when a phrase achieves meme status, but it seems to be happening more than ever. From “I’m baby” to “You hate to see it,” expressions that first gained currency in the shadowy depths of Twitter and Instagram often go mainstream, but it can be tricky to trace the precise etymology that takes, say, “Weird flex, but okay” from extremely online slang to all-purpose catchphrase.
The expression “I love that for you” and its variants (“I love that for me/us/them”) has picked up steam of late. If you’re a culture vulture, you might suspect that its origins could partly be traced back to The Bachelor’s Arie Luyendyk Jr., a living manifestation of compulsory heterosexuality who exclaimed “I love that” in 2018 enough to merit a three-minute compilation video. It’s now become a widely used phrase within queer communities, appearing even as the title of an LGBTQ+ lifestyle blog.
Gretchen McCulloch, internet linguist and author of the best-selling book Because Internet: Understanding the New Rules of Language, took to the Google Ngram Viewer—which tracks phraseology usage dating back to 1500—to search for possible linguistic predecessors to “I love that for you.” What she found wasn’t entirely surprising: “There are no results for the full phrase ‘Love that for you’ until 2008, so it seems like its origins are more recent,” she tells Vogue.
So how did “I love that for you” gain traction in the first place? The answer is complicated, and—like so many things in our current dystopia—at least partly YouTube-related.
“Like many queer cultural artifacts, ‘I love that for you’ comes from teens, and we’ve picked it up,” Rose Dommu, a senior staff writer at Out, who employed the phrase in a February interview, tells Vogue. Dommu attributes “I love that for you” to beauty guru James Charles, while cautioning that Charles is the equivalent of “a human retweet.”
Charles made headlines in May for his gummy-supplement feud with fellow YouTuber Tati Westbrook, but to his ardent, primarily teenage fan base, he’s been a star for years. At his zenith, Charles boasted 16 million YouTube subscribers who flocked to his DIY makeup tutorials like moths to a perfectly contoured flame, and he quickly parlayed that success into branded partnerships, Met gala invitations, and even a CoverGirl contract.
Before the feud, Charles won fans not only with his impeccable makeup skills, but also his taxonomy of catchphrases. In a March video titled “Learn the sister dictionary with James Charles,” Charles broke down the bon mots he’d become famous for on YouTube in alphabetical order: H was for “Hi, sisters” (used to open up every vlog); N was for “Not with that attitude”; and L, of course, was for “Love that.”
“‘Love that’ can be expanded to ‘Love that for you’ or ‘Love that for me,’” Charles explains in his always-upbeat tone. The shortened version of the phrase has made its way onto official James Charles merchandise, and like any good neologism, it even commands its own UrbanDictionary page. “Kind of like ‘love that,’ but generally means that you don’t actually care,” one user reports, making sure to hashtag #JamesCharles.
“I love that for [X]” has spread from Charles throughout the YouTuber community; it can be sincere praise of a friend’s outfit choice, or it can be used as a heightened form of “LOL” to express bemusement at the uncanny, like Tana Mongeau tweeting “I love that for us” when she and one of her followers tweeted the same joke about Donald Trump and Kim Kardashian’s May 2018 meeting. It’s a pet phrase of Mongeau’s; in fact, if you’re so inclined, you can even watch her saying it for two minutes on a loop.
Just as Charles has moved from star to scandal-maker, the phrase “love that for you” has curdled from earnest to sarcastic; this shift is evidenced by an October Reductress headline reading, “Knock Your Proud Friend Down a Peg or Two by Declaring, ‘I Love That for You!’” In its sarcastic form, “I love that for you” is a prime example of what writer Myriam Gurba calls “the queer art of being mean,” but it’s an inherently versatile phrase, one that’s as easy to employ sincerely as it is to toss off as an insult.
At its heart, “I love that for you” is a queer internet catchphrase with with real-world legs; like other online slang that has made its way IRL, it’s a signifier of someone who “gets it.” That is, for now, anyway; the chances are good that the phrase could go mainstream, emblazoned across water bottles and workout tanks the world over. Dommu notes how quickly the phrase has spread beyond Charles: “I hear people saying it now who would never watch his videos.” These days, when she catches herself saying “I love that for you” on the podcast she hosts, Out’s Outcast, she edits it out. “I can see some very non-gay brand marketing with it,” she predicts. “In five years, someone will be using ‘I love that for you’ to sell a sandwich.”
The thing that makes “I love that for you” great, though, is not its mainstream potential, but its versatility. How often can a phrase go from a genuine expression of loving support (as in, “The thing you’re doing will benefit you, friend”) to a subtle act of shade (“The thing you’re doing is tragically misguided, but I’m not going to say so”) with a simple change of intonation? “I love that for you” functions as a cultural bridge between millennial irony and Gen-Z sincerity—allowing everyone to take what they need and leave the rest.
The expression “I love that for you” and its variants (“I love that for me/us/them”) has picked up steam of late. If you’re a culture vulture, you might suspect that its origins could partly be traced back to The Bachelor’s Arie Luyendyk Jr., a living manifestation of compulsory heterosexuality who exclaimed “I love that” in 2018 enough to merit a three-minute compilation video. It’s now become a widely used phrase within queer communities, appearing even as the title of an LGBTQ+ lifestyle blog.
Gretchen McCulloch, internet linguist and author of the best-selling book Because Internet: Understanding the New Rules of Language, took to the Google Ngram Viewer—which tracks phraseology usage dating back to 1500—to search for possible linguistic predecessors to “I love that for you.” What she found wasn’t entirely surprising: “There are no results for the full phrase ‘Love that for you’ until 2008, so it seems like its origins are more recent,” she tells Vogue.
So how did “I love that for you” gain traction in the first place? The answer is complicated, and—like so many things in our current dystopia—at least partly YouTube-related.
“Like many queer cultural artifacts, ‘I love that for you’ comes from teens, and we’ve picked it up,” Rose Dommu, a senior staff writer at Out, who employed the phrase in a February interview, tells Vogue. Dommu attributes “I love that for you” to beauty guru James Charles, while cautioning that Charles is the equivalent of “a human retweet.”
Charles made headlines in May for his gummy-supplement feud with fellow YouTuber Tati Westbrook, but to his ardent, primarily teenage fan base, he’s been a star for years. At his zenith, Charles boasted 16 million YouTube subscribers who flocked to his DIY makeup tutorials like moths to a perfectly contoured flame, and he quickly parlayed that success into branded partnerships, Met gala invitations, and even a CoverGirl contract.
Before the feud, Charles won fans not only with his impeccable makeup skills, but also his taxonomy of catchphrases. In a March video titled “Learn the sister dictionary with James Charles,” Charles broke down the bon mots he’d become famous for on YouTube in alphabetical order: H was for “Hi, sisters” (used to open up every vlog); N was for “Not with that attitude”; and L, of course, was for “Love that.”
“‘Love that’ can be expanded to ‘Love that for you’ or ‘Love that for me,’” Charles explains in his always-upbeat tone. The shortened version of the phrase has made its way onto official James Charles merchandise, and like any good neologism, it even commands its own UrbanDictionary page. “Kind of like ‘love that,’ but generally means that you don’t actually care,” one user reports, making sure to hashtag #JamesCharles.
“I love that for [X]” has spread from Charles throughout the YouTuber community; it can be sincere praise of a friend’s outfit choice, or it can be used as a heightened form of “LOL” to express bemusement at the uncanny, like Tana Mongeau tweeting “I love that for us” when she and one of her followers tweeted the same joke about Donald Trump and Kim Kardashian’s May 2018 meeting. It’s a pet phrase of Mongeau’s; in fact, if you’re so inclined, you can even watch her saying it for two minutes on a loop.
Just as Charles has moved from star to scandal-maker, the phrase “love that for you” has curdled from earnest to sarcastic; this shift is evidenced by an October Reductress headline reading, “Knock Your Proud Friend Down a Peg or Two by Declaring, ‘I Love That for You!’” In its sarcastic form, “I love that for you” is a prime example of what writer Myriam Gurba calls “the queer art of being mean,” but it’s an inherently versatile phrase, one that’s as easy to employ sincerely as it is to toss off as an insult.
At its heart, “I love that for you” is a queer internet catchphrase with with real-world legs; like other online slang that has made its way IRL, it’s a signifier of someone who “gets it.” That is, for now, anyway; the chances are good that the phrase could go mainstream, emblazoned across water bottles and workout tanks the world over. Dommu notes how quickly the phrase has spread beyond Charles: “I hear people saying it now who would never watch his videos.” These days, when she catches herself saying “I love that for you” on the podcast she hosts, Out’s Outcast, she edits it out. “I can see some very non-gay brand marketing with it,” she predicts. “In five years, someone will be using ‘I love that for you’ to sell a sandwich.”
The thing that makes “I love that for you” great, though, is not its mainstream potential, but its versatility. How often can a phrase go from a genuine expression of loving support (as in, “The thing you’re doing will benefit you, friend”) to a subtle act of shade (“The thing you’re doing is tragically misguided, but I’m not going to say so”) with a simple change of intonation? “I love that for you” functions as a cultural bridge between millennial irony and Gen-Z sincerity—allowing everyone to take what they need and leave the rest.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
For Her Latest Role, Marisa Tomei Embraced Her Raw Side—Armpit Hair and All
In the opening scenes of Tennessee Williams’s 1951 play The Rose Tattoo, a tempestuous Italian immigrant named Serafina, is sitting in a state of decadent anticipation. Wine is chilling in an ice bucket; a bowl of roses is overflowing; the room is swathed in rose-patterned wallpaper; her hair “glitters like black coal.” She is waiting for her husband, the love of her life, and every detail of their Gulf Coast home reflects her ardor. But it is both the enduring force of love and its precariousness that Williams seeks to capture; that husband is killed within the first act, and Serafina soon slips into a reclusive, unkempt state. “Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence,” Williams wrote in the forward to the play.
“This play was written for me,” says Marisa Tomei who will play Serafina in the revival when it opens next month at Broadway’s American Airlines theater (previews have already begun). Tomei, an Italian-American romantic who sees the work as a powerful tale of the redemptive power of love, spent part of her summer with her friend and collaborator, make-up artist James Kaliardos, thinking through not only what shade of blush Serafina would have applied, but considering what herbs she would have grown in her garden, how she would have rubbed her elbows with lemons, and softened her feet with pumice stones from the volcanoes of Sicily. (Tomei’s own allegiances are to clean brands such as Intelligent Nutrients and Weleda.) “It’s been so fun to build this character from the inside out,” says Kaliardos. But to really “drop in” to the role, she does her own hair and makeup in the theater to achieve “full Serafina wildness.” In a further commitment to her craft, Tomei—somewhat inadvertently, due to an injury that limited her mobility—spent the summer growing out her underarm hair. “I love it,” she says. “I don’t think I’m ever going back.”
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For someone who is coming at this play knowing just a bit about Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or The Glass Menagerie, how would you describe it? It has some ingredients of a classical tragedy, and yet it is transplanted to the American South.
Strangely, this is to me his most joyous play, where sensuality isn’t a death trap, where falling passionately in love can be a fulfilling, life-giving experience. In some other plays, you’re carted off to the mental hospital if you feel that strongly.
Serafina is an immigrant who came to America with her husband and lives in a cloistered enclave. She is madly, madly in love with her husband, and according to the actual dialogue of the play, has sex with him every single night. That bed is the most beautiful heaven that she could ever imagine. That is her religion; but for most of the play, she has pretty much given up religion. She hasn’t really done anything but work as a seamstress and care for her daughter since her husband’s death. Now her daughter is assimilating and coming into her own sexuality, and it’s triggering a lot of feelings for Serafina. The play is about rebirth.
Tennessee Williams wrote the play when he was head-over-heels in love with a man named Frank Merlo who was from a big Italian family. They met when they were overseas, and lived overseas. The play is dedicated “To Frank for Sicily.”
Can you describe how you’ve prepared for this role?
Really it was a lot of eating a lot of pasta—a great gift to be given, so thank you Tennessee Williams! I didn’t know much about the immigrant experience for people who came over between the late 1800s and the late 1920s—what the conditions were, the kind of poverty they were coming from. I watched a lot of great Italian movies and documentaries, particularly about the immigrant experience during that era.
And then in terms of thinking through the physical preparation, James [Kaliardos] has a background in theater and performance, so we’re always delving into characters together. Just today we were vintage shopping, and James said, “What about this for Serafina?” We have a great costume designer, but since we’re here in Paris, we’ve been looking at peasant blouses and ‘50s skits, pieces that might be out of date, but that would also be appealing for a seamstress who could adapt them.
For this character, in terms of fragrance, it’s all about roses—any kind of rose cream, any kind of scent. She’s an intoxicated person, and I love that. When you get that clean, really organic rose smell, not with that edge, it’s really just so heavenly. Skin is very important for this character, and I feel that way for myself. I use Intelligent Nutrients, and a lot of homemade products. Serafina is coming from a tradition of women who know the plants and how to turn them into natural remedies and beauty products. She has her own garden, she has vegetables with a goat, and she is still connected to the land. I have a friend who would say that when Italian women make the salad, they mix it with their hands. Then they have the olive oil and lemon on their hands, when they touch their faces and their chests, and it sinks into their skin.
There's a major transformation in this play; can you talk about how that played out for you in terms of thinking about her self-presentation?
At the beginning, when she’s waiting for her husband, Serafina is perfectly dressed. She’s well-groomed, well-perfumed, her skin is soft, the bedroom is prepared, the antipasti is prepared; she really setting the table for love. And then after her husband is killed, she spends years in just her slip, not leaving the house very often. There’s an incredible scene where she’s trying to get ready for her daughter’s school graduation and she winds up looking like a sad clown with a very dilapidated hat. She can’t even look at herself—this person who at one point was taking such good care of herself.
She lets it go raw. I love her because she goes raw, and then she comes back to herself with that rawness incorporated. Before there’s almost a baroque quality to the quality of her love, and then she returns to the earth, and comes out anew. I injured my arm earlier this summer and it was kind of hard to move it. All my armpit hair is growing back in, and it’s allowed me to be in full Serafina wildness. I love it. I don’t think I’m ever going back.
“This play was written for me,” says Marisa Tomei who will play Serafina in the revival when it opens next month at Broadway’s American Airlines theater (previews have already begun). Tomei, an Italian-American romantic who sees the work as a powerful tale of the redemptive power of love, spent part of her summer with her friend and collaborator, make-up artist James Kaliardos, thinking through not only what shade of blush Serafina would have applied, but considering what herbs she would have grown in her garden, how she would have rubbed her elbows with lemons, and softened her feet with pumice stones from the volcanoes of Sicily. (Tomei’s own allegiances are to clean brands such as Intelligent Nutrients and Weleda.) “It’s been so fun to build this character from the inside out,” says Kaliardos. But to really “drop in” to the role, she does her own hair and makeup in the theater to achieve “full Serafina wildness.” In a further commitment to her craft, Tomei—somewhat inadvertently, due to an injury that limited her mobility—spent the summer growing out her underarm hair. “I love it,” she says. “I don’t think I’m ever going back.”
Emily Blunt Takes Over for Anna Wintour and Talks About Becoming Mary Poppins
For someone who is coming at this play knowing just a bit about Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or The Glass Menagerie, how would you describe it? It has some ingredients of a classical tragedy, and yet it is transplanted to the American South.
Strangely, this is to me his most joyous play, where sensuality isn’t a death trap, where falling passionately in love can be a fulfilling, life-giving experience. In some other plays, you’re carted off to the mental hospital if you feel that strongly.
Serafina is an immigrant who came to America with her husband and lives in a cloistered enclave. She is madly, madly in love with her husband, and according to the actual dialogue of the play, has sex with him every single night. That bed is the most beautiful heaven that she could ever imagine. That is her religion; but for most of the play, she has pretty much given up religion. She hasn’t really done anything but work as a seamstress and care for her daughter since her husband’s death. Now her daughter is assimilating and coming into her own sexuality, and it’s triggering a lot of feelings for Serafina. The play is about rebirth.
Tennessee Williams wrote the play when he was head-over-heels in love with a man named Frank Merlo who was from a big Italian family. They met when they were overseas, and lived overseas. The play is dedicated “To Frank for Sicily.”
Can you describe how you’ve prepared for this role?
Really it was a lot of eating a lot of pasta—a great gift to be given, so thank you Tennessee Williams! I didn’t know much about the immigrant experience for people who came over between the late 1800s and the late 1920s—what the conditions were, the kind of poverty they were coming from. I watched a lot of great Italian movies and documentaries, particularly about the immigrant experience during that era.
And then in terms of thinking through the physical preparation, James [Kaliardos] has a background in theater and performance, so we’re always delving into characters together. Just today we were vintage shopping, and James said, “What about this for Serafina?” We have a great costume designer, but since we’re here in Paris, we’ve been looking at peasant blouses and ‘50s skits, pieces that might be out of date, but that would also be appealing for a seamstress who could adapt them.
For this character, in terms of fragrance, it’s all about roses—any kind of rose cream, any kind of scent. She’s an intoxicated person, and I love that. When you get that clean, really organic rose smell, not with that edge, it’s really just so heavenly. Skin is very important for this character, and I feel that way for myself. I use Intelligent Nutrients, and a lot of homemade products. Serafina is coming from a tradition of women who know the plants and how to turn them into natural remedies and beauty products. She has her own garden, she has vegetables with a goat, and she is still connected to the land. I have a friend who would say that when Italian women make the salad, they mix it with their hands. Then they have the olive oil and lemon on their hands, when they touch their faces and their chests, and it sinks into their skin.
There's a major transformation in this play; can you talk about how that played out for you in terms of thinking about her self-presentation?
At the beginning, when she’s waiting for her husband, Serafina is perfectly dressed. She’s well-groomed, well-perfumed, her skin is soft, the bedroom is prepared, the antipasti is prepared; she really setting the table for love. And then after her husband is killed, she spends years in just her slip, not leaving the house very often. There’s an incredible scene where she’s trying to get ready for her daughter’s school graduation and she winds up looking like a sad clown with a very dilapidated hat. She can’t even look at herself—this person who at one point was taking such good care of herself.
She lets it go raw. I love her because she goes raw, and then she comes back to herself with that rawness incorporated. Before there’s almost a baroque quality to the quality of her love, and then she returns to the earth, and comes out anew. I injured my arm earlier this summer and it was kind of hard to move it. All my armpit hair is growing back in, and it’s allowed me to be in full Serafina wildness. I love it. I don’t think I’m ever going back.
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
The Buzziest Movies Coming Out This Fall Are All Directed by Women
Fall is always a great time for movies. After all it’s when all the Oscar contenders begin to roll out. (Many of which may premiere this September at the Toronto International Film Festival.) But all those choices could be dizzying! To narrow things down this season, consider penciling these seven must-see films into your schedule—and the best part about them? They are all directed by women.
With major awards ceremonies having a history of shutting out female filmmakers for consideration—there have only been five women nominated for best director in Oscars history, and Kathryn Bigelow is the only woman to ever win the category—this new crop of female-led films serves as a reminder that some of the most interesting Hollywood stories are, yes, indeed coming from women. From a group of savvy strippers in Hustlers to the trials and tribulations of being a 19th-century teenager in Little Women, there’s something for every moviegoer this fall. Here are the seven films we’re most excited for this fall.
1. Hustlers (September 13)
This star-studded affair, directed by Lorene Scafaria, follows a clever group of strippers—Jennifer Lopez, Constance Wu, Cardi B, Lili Reinhart, Lizzo, and more!—who band together to con their wealthy Wall Street clients. The screenplay is actually based on a real-life New York Magazine article, titled “The Hustlers at Scores,” but this fictional movie version? Consider it the perfect hybrid: Ocean’s 8 meets Showgirls.
2. Harriet (November 1)
Director Kasi Lemmons tells the story of abolitionist Harriet Tubman (played by Cynthia Erivo), who escaped slavery and became an American hero by freeing hundreds of slaves and changing the country’s history forever. It’s largely believed that it will be a major player in the upcoming awards season. Added bonus: Janelle Monáe costars as a mentor who prepares Tubman for her mission.
3. Charlie’s Angels (November 15)
This reimagined version of the 1970s action series—directed by Elizabeth Banks, who also plays a Bosley in the film—stars Kristen Stewart, Naomi Scott, and Ella Balinska as three weapon-wielding angels who work for their mysterious boss, Charlie. Noah Centineo, the internet’s collective boyfriend, also costars. Now it’s also hard to outdo the 2000s trio of Cameron Diaz, Lucy Liu, and Drew Barrymore—but with Stewart proclaiming, “I think women can do anything,” before proceeding to beat up a dude? It’s a strong start.
4. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (November 22)
Directed by Marielle Heller, this biographical drama is based on the real-life friendship between journalist Tom Junod and TV star Fred Rogers (known as Mister Rogers), who is played by Tom Hanks. The plot follows Junod, a jaded magazine writer who is assigned to profile Rogers and in the process learns about empathy and kindness; consider it the feel-good movie that 2019 most definitely needs.
5. Queen & Slim (November 27)
Melina Matsoukas (who has done a ton of Beyoncé’s music videos!) directs a drama—written by Lena Waithe, no less—about a young black couple (Daniel Kaluuya and Jodie Turner-Smith) who is on a first date when they are pulled over for a traffic infraction. Things escalate, and Kaluuya’s characer kills the officer in self-defense, which sends the duo on the run. Indya Moore, Chloë Sevigny, and Flea also star.
6. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (December 6)
This French film, starring Noémie Merlant and Adèle Haenel, is directed by Céline Sciamma (Girlhood and Tomboy). The plot is set in Brittany, France, in 1770 and follows the young daughter of a French countess who develops an attraction to a female artist commissioned to paint her wedding portrait. (Sort of like 2018’s lesbian thriller Lizzie with Sevigny but even artsier.) The film already won the Cannes Film Festival’s prestigious Queer Palm prize this year. Could it also be an Oscar contender come 2020?
7. Little Women (December 25)
This film adaptation of the classic Louisa May Alcott novel is directed by Greta Gerwig (Lady Bird) and stars a stellar cast including Emma Watson, Saoirse Ronan, Meryl Streep, Timothée Chalamet, Laura Dern, and more. It follows four teenage girls living in Massachusetts in the 1860s, following the Civil War. Plus, with Chalamet as the 1800s boy next door? It’s a must-see.
With major awards ceremonies having a history of shutting out female filmmakers for consideration—there have only been five women nominated for best director in Oscars history, and Kathryn Bigelow is the only woman to ever win the category—this new crop of female-led films serves as a reminder that some of the most interesting Hollywood stories are, yes, indeed coming from women. From a group of savvy strippers in Hustlers to the trials and tribulations of being a 19th-century teenager in Little Women, there’s something for every moviegoer this fall. Here are the seven films we’re most excited for this fall.
1. Hustlers (September 13)
This star-studded affair, directed by Lorene Scafaria, follows a clever group of strippers—Jennifer Lopez, Constance Wu, Cardi B, Lili Reinhart, Lizzo, and more!—who band together to con their wealthy Wall Street clients. The screenplay is actually based on a real-life New York Magazine article, titled “The Hustlers at Scores,” but this fictional movie version? Consider it the perfect hybrid: Ocean’s 8 meets Showgirls.
2. Harriet (November 1)
Director Kasi Lemmons tells the story of abolitionist Harriet Tubman (played by Cynthia Erivo), who escaped slavery and became an American hero by freeing hundreds of slaves and changing the country’s history forever. It’s largely believed that it will be a major player in the upcoming awards season. Added bonus: Janelle Monáe costars as a mentor who prepares Tubman for her mission.
3. Charlie’s Angels (November 15)
This reimagined version of the 1970s action series—directed by Elizabeth Banks, who also plays a Bosley in the film—stars Kristen Stewart, Naomi Scott, and Ella Balinska as three weapon-wielding angels who work for their mysterious boss, Charlie. Noah Centineo, the internet’s collective boyfriend, also costars. Now it’s also hard to outdo the 2000s trio of Cameron Diaz, Lucy Liu, and Drew Barrymore—but with Stewart proclaiming, “I think women can do anything,” before proceeding to beat up a dude? It’s a strong start.
4. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (November 22)
Directed by Marielle Heller, this biographical drama is based on the real-life friendship between journalist Tom Junod and TV star Fred Rogers (known as Mister Rogers), who is played by Tom Hanks. The plot follows Junod, a jaded magazine writer who is assigned to profile Rogers and in the process learns about empathy and kindness; consider it the feel-good movie that 2019 most definitely needs.
5. Queen & Slim (November 27)
Melina Matsoukas (who has done a ton of Beyoncé’s music videos!) directs a drama—written by Lena Waithe, no less—about a young black couple (Daniel Kaluuya and Jodie Turner-Smith) who is on a first date when they are pulled over for a traffic infraction. Things escalate, and Kaluuya’s characer kills the officer in self-defense, which sends the duo on the run. Indya Moore, Chloë Sevigny, and Flea also star.
6. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (December 6)
This French film, starring Noémie Merlant and Adèle Haenel, is directed by Céline Sciamma (Girlhood and Tomboy). The plot is set in Brittany, France, in 1770 and follows the young daughter of a French countess who develops an attraction to a female artist commissioned to paint her wedding portrait. (Sort of like 2018’s lesbian thriller Lizzie with Sevigny but even artsier.) The film already won the Cannes Film Festival’s prestigious Queer Palm prize this year. Could it also be an Oscar contender come 2020?
7. Little Women (December 25)
This film adaptation of the classic Louisa May Alcott novel is directed by Greta Gerwig (Lady Bird) and stars a stellar cast including Emma Watson, Saoirse Ronan, Meryl Streep, Timothée Chalamet, Laura Dern, and more. It follows four teenage girls living in Massachusetts in the 1860s, following the Civil War. Plus, with Chalamet as the 1800s boy next door? It’s a must-see.
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