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NOW. “I don’t know if you’re supposed to put your contour on before the rest of your makeup, or after the rest of your makeup. But it doesn’t matter. Because men are stupid. As long as you look like a newborn baby, they are willing to mate with you,” YouTube guru Sailor J announces in a video titled “Contouring 101.” “Makeup is for women who want husbands,” she continues. “Contouring is for women who want to leech the souls of their dead lovers and collect the inheritance of their ex-boyfriends who disappeared under mysterious circumstances.” “Beautiful women don’t have foreheads ... if you have too big of a brain, it means you have ugly things, like opinions, and thoughts of your own,” she says, while dabbing a contouring stick around her nose. Incidentally, she speaks in an exaggerated British accent the entire time, and her makeup looks are incredible, but that is beside my point. “Contouring 101” isn’t new; it went viral a few months ago (and admittedly, I did bully all of my friends into watching it several times). Sailor J is currently in the military, as well as an aspiring writer; her comedic timing is impeccable and her satirical take-downs are flawless. This particular video is colored by an awareness of what many women know: Guys often have no idea what a “natural look” of makeup actually looks like or takes to achieve. It’s also a subtle tongue- in-cheek call-out of the whole “take her swimming on the first date” joke. Beyond that subtle framework, I love that she’s giving wildly funny feminist satire while doing her makeup, but she is completely uninterested in defending her choice to spend money on makeup, or make videos about it, or enjoy using it. Whether or not makeup — producing it, packaging it in a “self-love” / “self-care” vein, selling it, applying it or wearing it — can be a feminist act feels almost irrelevant now, at least in terms of practical priorities. There are just more important things to worry about right now. Sailor J does some makeup looks and videos — “Harry Potter” houses, astrological signs and drunk book reviews — that subtly convey her political commentary. In others, her point is much more straightforward, such as “How to Do Thanksgiving Makeup That Has Nothing to Do with the 566 Federally Recognized Tribes,” in which she addresses cultural appropriation with a blend of sensitivity, grace and humor that is often difficult to accomplish even for experienced TV anchors and writers. The reason I haven’t been able to stop about thinking Sailor J recently (aside from her hilarious Twitter presence) is one of her most recent videos: “T & P Makeup Look.” In other words, “Thoughts and Prayers.” In it, she uses makeup as a satirical vehicle with which to address the government’s response to the Parkland shooting. “Thoughts and Prayers Makeup look … it isn’t a new line, it’s been out for a while, you’ve probably seen a lot of rich indifferent people in Congress tweeting about it very often, usually after a national tragedy like the Parkland shooting … We have highlighters right here, contour kits, mascara, eyeliner, blush,” she says, pointing in turn to empty patches of her carpet on which the makeup products are said to be. “The foundation is called, ‘If you’re white, it’s a mental illness, and if you’re brown you’re a terrorist … if you can’t see it, it’s probably because you’re not strong enough in the spirit.” she then proceeds to take a brush, dab it on her face, and say, peering straight into the camera, “Wow, I can really see the change, happening right here.” “This mascara is called bulletproof black. It’s supposed to match the vests that we’ll have to start putting on our children if we want them to make it past the sixth f—king grade.” “Next we’re gonna do a highlighter … it’s called ‘money’ because that’s all our country cares about.” “Blush. I’m gonna go with, ‘the blood of our children,’ because it’s what we’re bathing in these days.” Her eyes glint as she delivers the last line of the bit: “Just embrace the line, because nothing stops a bullet like thoughts and prayers.” It’s a very “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” moment. Sailor J often uses makeup as a vehicle to make other points, but her points have nothing to do with whether makeup itself is a feminist action or product, which is refreshing. Her commentary is witty, blunt and unflinchingly honest. Recently, she tweeted about her upcoming profile that will run in The New York Times in April. She wants SNL to hire her as a writer, and they should; she would be incredible. Her voice stands out against the cacophony of social justice voices ping-ponging off each other on the Internet. Contouring, thoughts and prayers GENDER & MEDIA COLUMN SOPHIA KAUFMAN Courtesy of Marina Keegan Marina Keegan and ‘The Opposite of Loneliness’ As writers, we sometimes need to be reminded of why we do what we do. Why we write. It can get exhausting — putting all your faith and passion into the ink of a pen which turns to words, words that turn to sentences, sentences that turn into a memoir. And then there’s a reality I confront at least 10 times a day: Why do I do this? Why do I want to do this? When the writer’s block has made home in the front of my skull with the agonizing reality that people everywhere have stories that they are sitting down and just writing, when I envy and lust after the idea, or perhaps just the thought, of a straightforward path — of business school and medical school and any other more conventional “school” — when I face the fear that maybe, just maybe, nobody will ever walk into a bookstore with my name burning at the tip of their tongue, that’s when I need “The Opposite of Loneliness” by Marina Keegan. My senior year of high school, I considered my future plan with a head on my shoulders that I sometimes think my parents wished I had back then. I would put the writing and theatre on the back burner, and take a more predictable path: psychology, or perhaps political science. I’d be pre-law, and I would successfully ignore the 3:00 a.m. itches at the tips of my fingers to pick up my notebook and jot down thoughts of an early morning poem. But then I read “The Opposite of Loneliness” by Marina Keegan, which I found in the Yale University bookstore, tucked into the inner elbow of a city that I once thought was my destiny, but instead was simply not meant to be. I am envious of my 15 year old self, sitting in my room with my book light and my favorite mug reading the words that have become my constitution, my Hail Mary, paving the way for my future. Little did I know then, that I’d finish it in one warm New Jersey, Sept. evening, walk downstairs to our breakfast table the next morning and declare the same words that Keegan did in her years as an exhausted and passionate undergrad: I want to be a writer. Like, a real one. With my life. I can’t quite explain my attraction to “The Opposite of Loneliness,” but in terms of literary affairs, this one is hot, quick and intense. It is everything I’ve ever thought about love, and it is everything I’ve ever thought about pain. It has made me feel in so many capacities, with each read more different than the last. It is also a love that ends in heartbreak. Keegan died at 23, only days after her graduation from Yale as an undergraduate, and never lived to see the publication of her collection of short stories, poetry and narrative nonfiction. Instead, she caught fame and stature only after tragedy struck behind the wheel, taking her life. It’s strange and desolate to think that the words that changed my life came from a mind that can no longer imagine, and that the stories that reminded me of my place on this earth came from a heart that no longer beats. It was “The Opposite of Loneliness” that told me, “I want enough time to be in love with everything … because everything is so beautiful and so short.” “We can change our minds,” Keegan writes. “We can start ELI RALLO Daily Arts Writer BOOKS THAT BUILT US over. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We can’t, we must not lose this sense of possibility because in the end it’s all we have.” And most importantly: “We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lie alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out — that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.” It’s “The Opposite of Loneliness” that has me here — hunched over my laptop in a corner of Ann Arbor with tears in my eyes and a large iced coffee with two splendas next to me, wishing my hands would just write the words I wish I could articulate: I am so goddamned lucky to be here, to be actively pursuing a world of creation and make believe, to be doing the one and only thing my heart has always known it was meant for. I wish for a day I could sit across from Marina Keegan at a table in a coffee shop, look at her with tears on my cheeks and search desperately for the words I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to find, to thank her for this piece of literature, these stories, this gift — something that gave me a reason to fall head over heels in love with words again after years spent struggling to break away from them. It’s so difficult to wrap my head around the fact that there will never be a way to thank her — not even a fan email that winds up in her junk mail somewhere in cyberspace. At least then, I could have hope. I think sometimes we lose or misplace who we are. We get wrapped up in this world of SAT tutors and adolescence and hormones and everything else that leads to the dangerous cocktail that had me doubting the most genuine, authentic me. Pushing away books because they’re fiction and not reality, or putting down my pen because someone somewhere with some irrelevant opinion once told me that art cannot pay the bills. But when I misplaced myself and lied through my teeth to guidance counselors with good intentions and parents with better ones, I thought for a moment that maybe I’d really be a lawyer or a psychologist or a therapist. “The Opposite of Loneliness” has done more than build me. It has re-built me. It has reconstructed me and reinvigorated me and fed me with a desire to do the only thing I really can. I’m eternally indebted to Marina Keegan for shining a light on life, reaching between the pages of a book and shaking me until I saw the truth: You are a writer. You always will be. A real one. With your life. Sailor J often uses makeup as a vehicle to make other points, but her points have nothing to do with whether makeup itself is a feminist action or product, which is refreshing I can’t quite explain my attraction to ‘The Opposite of Loneliness,’ but in terms of literary affairs, this one is hot, quick and intense 6 — Friday, April 6, 2018 Arts The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com