It struck me this past week how I am constantly laughing. Which surprised me for a moment because I think of myself as so sad, a human embodiment or Eeyore, but I think that’s just a story I like to tell myself because it’s more expedient than the truth — interspersed throughout the dips in a desire to be here is constant laughter, lots of cackling, often at my own fucking jokes. Anyway, what a relief, to remember that there will and can somehow always be laughter.
I had several good, hearty chuckles this weekend thanks to the Tabi Swiper Saga. Peak cinema, really. Wouldn’t be surprised if it got the Zola or Cat Person treatment. I mean, the story has everything - a beautiful and clever protagonist, a moustache-twirling villain, twists and turns, not too dark, just the right level of inane whimsy. Honestly, it felt like a Sex and the City episode come to life, highlighting the indignities and absurdities of dating cis-hetero 20-something-year-old men in New York in the modern (y’all be easy).
I was unsurprised but bored by some of the reactions to the series of Tik Toks nextlevellexuss (Alexis Dougé) posted about the quest to get back her $1000 Margiela Tabi Mary Janes. Of course, of course, of course there were men (and a few women with no sense of self-preservation) who were more concerned with Ms. Dougé’s choice to sleep with this man than this man’s choice to steal her fucking shoes (which he then gifted to his girlfriend, real sociopath behavior). It’s astounding, how impulsively and consistently people will choose to shame women, especially in a context where a man is being held accountable for weirdo, violent behavior. That’s not so funny.