Why doesn’t Michael Kors have his own Unzipped? Why was X unbearable Sunday? Should we all buy that new phone-gadget thingy? All this and more today. |
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Photo: Michael Appleton/The New York Times/Redux |
If you have kids, and especially if your kids go to public school in New York, Nikole Hannah-Jones’s essay “In Fighting for Every Black Child, Did I Betray My Own?” has been the topic of every conversation you’ve been involved in, from group chats and class WhatsApp groups to discussions at the playground, since it dropped Sunday. It’s genuinely impossible to not have an opinion — or even many different conflicting feelings and opinions — about this essay, and many people’s opinions are bad and wrong. Especially on Twitter, dear God. Today, Zak Cheney-Rice waded into the fray.
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The backlash was unsurprising for a number of reasons. Hannah-Jones is a combative figure online. She has implied in the past that white parents who do not send their kids to schools like P.S. 307 are racist. I’m sure it thrilled her detractors to see her cave and send Najya to the same kind of competitive majority-white high school that she had spent much of her career decrying. But the idea that Hannah-Jones ruined her daughter’s future in the name of foolish progressive idealism seems plainly false. Najya has all the resources she needs to recover from her deprived elementary and middle-school experiences. The same cannot be said, however, for most of her former classmates. And the uproar over Hannah-Jones’s essay is largely a reflection of how much we as a society believe we should care about Black children like them.
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Per Zak, observing the fights, one conclusion is as simple as it is bleak: “The big-picture reality is that Americans have largely given up on racial integration and class equality as societal ideals.” |
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Photo-Illustration: The Cut; Dimitrios Kambouris/WireImage (Klum); Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images for The Huffington Post (Lopez); Mark Sagliocco/WireImage (Iman); Ray Tamarra/GC Images (zendaya); Danté Crichlow/BFA.com via Shutterstock (Midler) |
Chantal Fernandez sat down with Michael Kors ahead of Fashion Week, and boy howdy, he had some things to say! He shared this cute anecdote about accidentally wearing his darkest shades to an Armani show. |
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I can’t even tell you how many pairs of aviators I have. There’s indoor, even more transparent indoor, mirror, black, green. I need the right shade for the right situation. But I did get into terrible trouble once. Mr. Armani was bringing his show to New York City before he passed away, and I was fortunate enough to go. It was at the Armory on Park Avenue, and it was so dimly lit. I went into my pocket, and the only glasses I had were pitch black, the blackest blackout shades. People were coming over to me and kissing me “hello,” and I had no idea who anyone was. I congratulated someone: “Oh, that photo shoot — the pictures were so beautiful.” And she kind of looked at me like Huh? and then we walked away. Lance said, “I know who you think that was. She’s not a stylist; she’s a singer. Are you gonna take the glasses off now?” And I said “no.”
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He also joined Lea Michele for a video chat, which is as delightful as you’d expect. |
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Photo-Illustration: The Strategist; Photos: Jordan McMahon |
Having a grip on your phone is irretrievably dorky. And yet … I kind of need one? I do like to set down my phone and watch its little screen, and it would be nice if it stood up for that. And the idea of sticking the phone to the fridge as I follow a recipe … yes, I would like to do that, too. Jordan McMahon has tested a bunch, and he says OhSnap’s is the thinnest and lightest. Will I look like a boomer? Sure. But I will have less neck pain, probably.
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It’s Libra season at last — not a moment too soon! To celebrate my birthday (all month long), forward this email to a friend.
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A weekly dispatch on the cultural discourse. |
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