{"id":527,"date":"2024-09-16T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-09-16T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/moneywithkatie.com\/were-having-fun-right\/"},"modified":"2025-09-03T18:34:43","modified_gmt":"2025-09-03T18:34:43","slug":"were-having-fun-right","status":"publish","type":"essays","link":"https:\/\/moneywithkatie.com\/essays\/were-having-fun-right\/","title":{"rendered":"We\u2019re Having Fun, Right?"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The other morning, I woke up with a strange impulse: I wanted to go to the mall. Work had been particularly intense for a couple of weeks, so wandering around a giant commercial space that smells like someone spritzed an Auntie Anne\u2019s pretzel with Chanel No. 5 sounded like irresistible frivolity. This happens every few months: I crave retail. The soft lighting, the vibrant colors, the dizzying textures and scents\u2014ever since I was a little girl, nothing simultaneously relaxed and titillated me quite like a Dillard\u2019s. The promise of the mall is that it is both predictable and novel, comforting and stimulating.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve developed a ritual: Park outside the Nordstrom, enter through the obligatory men\u2019s section of the store, loiter in the leather aroma of the women\u2019s shoe department, exit into the mall and walk, zombie-like, toward Lululemon. There, I will navigate hordes of orthodontia-laden preteens chittering around racks packed with neon sports bras, try on at least three things, then leave, empty-handed and satisfied. Next, I\u2019ll begin my lap around the first floor, turning a corner that leads to the glowing expanse of the Apple Store, which is crawling with young people upgrading iPhones and old men carting Paleolithic laptops, staking their Saturday on AppleCare\u2019s mercy. Across the way, it looms large: Sephora.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\n \u201c<\/span>In a place like Sephora, the unruly realities of your human body are thrust into stage lighting.\u201d<\/span>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/figure>\n
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My pass through Sephora always feels like a vestige from a former life. I find myself winding through its aisles the same way you might mindlessly reenact an old work commute when you zone out while driving. It\u2019s a place that induces the vague urge to wash my hands, every surface covered in shimmering mica dust, the air thick with competing fragrances. Sephora is a liminal space of feminine potential. In it, I am confronted with my dormant aspirations\u2014not exactly self-aware, but aware of myself<\/em> in a way that I was not just moments before crossing its black-and-white threshold into mirrored walls and asterisked claims of product efficacy. <\/p>\n

In a place like Sephora, the unruly realities of your human body are thrust into stage lighting, ready to be exfoliated and contoured into submission for $48 plus tax by something with a malevolently whimsical name like \u201cBum Bum Cream.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Credit: Jett Loe at Sun-News, 2016<\/p><\/div>\n

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No matter the day or time that my quarterly spiritual walkabout delivers me to the floor of a Sephora, it is always buzzing with throngs of women and 10-year-old girls. You can imagine a boardroom of Visa suits celebrating this bright spot amidst the otherwise slow, aching death of brick and mortar. The store dependably posts record-breaking revenue and profits<\/span><\/a> year after year, up 25% in 2023 with nearly $20 billion in sales. This is a place of abject overwhelm: a glossy Home Depot for every square inch of your face, body, hair, personhood. The presence of so many purported solutions implies many problems worth solving. Here, you\u2019ll find legitimately endless artificial paths to natural beauty. <\/p>\n

The market is always eager to meet you where you are, including\u2014if you\u2019ll let them\u2014in bed, which facilitates a sort of aesthetic maintenance creep. With facial jockstraps and wrinkle prevention paper mache, now our efforts can continue all night long! If culture critic Jessica DeFino were here, she\u2019d remind us that the skin is an organ that \u201cbreathes\u201d and must communicate with its environment at night to regulate itself, so smothering it with single-use plastics interferes with its natural functioning. Let women enjoy things<\/em>, publications like Glamour<\/span><\/a> would probably counter, marketing-speak that equates the extraction of our money and rest with recreation like bird-watching or staring into the abyss. Ladies, we\u2019re all having fun here, right? <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Credit: Glamour<\/p><\/div>\n

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Beauty is the only form of capital that women are encouraged to openly, shamelessly pursue, so to the extent accumulating capital is enjoyable, I suppose we\u2019re having a bit of fun. If the privilege that accompanies conventionally good looks is the primary power afforded to us without cultural objection, it\u2019s rational to spend our time and money enhancing those looks, right? Plus, there are rewards! Studies show<\/span><\/a> that women who perform beauty\u2019s labor report higher incomes, an observation that writer and philosopher Kate Manne points out<\/span><\/a> is not necessarily about becoming more attractive, but \u201cconspicuous compliance\u201d\u2014signaling your willingness to devote your energy and resources to its onerous, evolving project. <\/p>\n

On this particular Sephora trip, I gravitated to the section for Glossier, the makeup brand least willing to admit it\u2019s makeup, which is just the way I like it. While inspecting testers and stealing increasingly dissatisfied glances at my bare face in the mirror, I did something out of character post-Hot Girl Hamster Wheel reformation<\/span><\/a>: I plucked the last millennial-pink lipstick tube for an evidently popular color called \u201cF\u00eate\u201d (fun!) and got in line behind 15 other people to spend $22. <\/p>\n

We snaked slowly through the load-bearing stanchions of travel-size luxury personal care products, which allowed plenty of time for buyer\u2019s remorse to settle in my gut before I reached the cashier. Nevertheless, she persisted, credit card thrust forward by the ancient spirits of Hot Girls past. I walked out in a fugue state, gripping the ropy handles of my tiny, striped prize.<\/p>\n

The next morning when I got out of the shower, I carefully applied my pink goop and studied myself in the mirror. Immediately, I knew the color was all wrong. It made my face, which is permanently flushed thanks to an extended teenage tour on Accutane, look even redder. Not only did I now possess a lip color I did not want, but I was reminded of this other<\/em> \u201cproblem\u201d I usually ignore\u2014my bright red face\u2014which felt suddenly unacceptable to me. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\n \u201c<\/span>This is the ambush of ceding an inch to aesthetic labor: It will always return for its due mile.\u201d<\/span>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/figure>\n
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This is the ambush of ceding an inch to aesthetic labor: It will always return for its due mile. <\/strong>In the industrialized west, beauty standards are just a very specific, powerful manifestation of capitalism, so of course we must<\/em> keep inventing new gimmicks and increasing their demands. How else do LVMH\u2019s shareholders achieve 25% year-over-year growth? What begins as an innocent stroll through a mall pursuing a whiff of cinnamon-sugar pretzel and some harmless cashmere sweater groping ends with the rediscovery of an old insecurity. <\/p>\n

In the most extreme cases, the appearances formerly achieved with makeup are now<\/span><\/a> \u201cembedded directly into [the] face.\u201d We are told by the corporations that sell us these things that they are safe, effective, breezy: Take dermal fillers, for example, a popular, semi-permanent method of plumping the skin. Once (and maybe still) widely believed to be metabolized after a few months, MRIs reveal<\/span><\/a> they do not, in fact, dissolve on their own. Instead, they simply migrate to other areas, creating a thin, even layer under the skin that can only be fully broken down with the injection of another<\/em> product, one that disintegrates not just the filler, but your own naturally occurring chemicals. In order to add dimension back to the face, what must one do? More dermal filler! <\/p>\n

In a sinister twist, these products and procedures often interact poorly with one another and accumulate in an undesirable way, creating a paradoxical need for even more of them. It\u2019s a little like the adverse reactions caused by a drug cocktail: You take something to stop feeling nauseous, but it makes you break out into hives, so you take something to make the hives go away, but that makes you feel groggy, so you take something to feel more awake, but that makes you anxious, and the anxiety, in turn, causes nausea. You are now somewhere worse than \u201csquare one.\u201d (It\u2019s worth mentioning again that my permanent skin sensitivity was caused by an intervention to rid me of a different natural skin process, acne.)<\/p>\n

Bearing all this in mind post-lipstick application, I decided to initiate a less familiar retail odyssey: a return. Once again, I got in the car, drove across town, parked outside Nordstrom, walked through the men\u2019s section, the ladies shoes, past the Lululemon, the Apple Store, and back into Sephora, even more bustling than it had been the day before. I got in a longer line and stewed in private embarrassment while I waited my turn to get a refund for my ill-fated impulse buy. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\n \u201c<\/span>It\u2019s worth mentioning again that my permanent skin sensitivity was caused by an intervention to rid me of a different natural skin process, acne.\u201d<\/span>\n <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/figure>\n
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As we shuffled toward three overheating registers, I remembered my dissatisfaction with my flushed face and Googled \u201cbest moisturizers for red skin.\u201d The first result loaded: a green tube of something called \u201cDr. Jart\u201d appeared. Doctor? Sounds legit. I poked my head out from behind the teenage girl in front of me and scanned the perimeter of the store: There it was, in the farthest corner: Dr. Jart. My pulse quickened. Neutralize redness!<\/em>, the product\u2019s description commanded from my screen. Yes,<\/em> I pledged, I shall.<\/em> <\/p>\n

A dozen people had already filled in behind me, and I felt conflicted about losing my spot. I debated asking the woman standing next to me if she\u2019d hold my place while I inspected this New Product That Would Change Everything, but decided against it as I imagined saying these words aloud. Resigned to accept my rosy human skin and cut my losses, I decided to stay the course. Then I saw it. <\/p>\n

Just around the corner of checkout minis: Dr. Jart. <\/em>A travel-sized\u2026something! I couldn\u2019t believe my luck. I lunged toward one of the last remaining jars. 120 seconds ago, I hadn\u2019t known this cream existed, and now, the union of hand and jar(t) electrified my nervous system. Having sworn off most makeup on principle, I began a desperate rationalization: This is skincare<\/em>, not makeup<\/em>! It has SPF<\/em>! I\u2019m not enhancing! I\u2019m just neutralizing<\/em>! Houston, we\u2019ve discovered a loophole.<\/p>\n

Sephora, with its glowing islands of \u201cclinically proven\u201d tinctures, empowerment-coded signage (boost collagen because feminism!!!), and check-out line that keeps on selling until the bitter end, is perfectly calibrated to produce this exact experience. Beauty can shapeshift to accommodate whatever self-aware hangups an easy mark like me might carry while skeptically dabbing sample goo on broken capillaries\u2014a self-acceptance rollercoaster reduced, once again, to a single credit entry on Bernard Arnault\u2019s infinite profit-and-loss statement.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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