Ehhhh, so what if I’m a day late?
Let’s break the rules! Take the hashtags to the blogs! Celebrate #WCW twelve hours late!
It’s Woman Crush Wednesday…. On Thursday morning!
Ya know, what makes fantasy fodder so much fun is the same thing Hugh Hefner experiences IRL and Matt Mac’s character eloquently explains in “Dazed and Confused”: “I get older and they stay the same age.” That means that as my Megan Foxes and ScarJo’s start to wane as motivation, I can always search the rest of my delusion harem for new idols to semi-pedestalize. Not enough to hate myself and wish I were prettier, mind you. Can’t change face bones or hairlines. But you can use unicorn-motivation to work hard and muster outta your meek muggle of a mustang the most exquisite equine it can be. So that’s my outlook when it comes to woman crush Wednesday. While my intitial tendency’s always to do the whole do-I-wanna-be-her-or-bae-her? thing, neither of those are useful. Mostly because neither are gonna happen. So why not put the aesthetic pleasure a beautiful woman brings us to good use? Become our fittest selves? Use our unicorns as self-improvement versus self-loathing inducing desire objects?
And with that, I present to you, Instagram personality… Kate Sullivan:
Kate is the perfect “It Girl” to replace the old models.
And I mean that double-literally; not just because “old” as in age isn’t what I wanna be – but because the women I’ve admired in the public eye who look two decades older than I do when they’re still my age aren’t doing the inner work. And that’s fine – I’m not judging. It’s just not the destination I’ve got set on my own inner GPS. A poor palor, early wrinkling, need for botox, and puffy mug implants aren’t unappealing because I can’t accept the reality of aging or flaws. I’m sure the celebs prematurely rockin’ all’a that are lovely as people, but they’re just ineffective as inspo-idols because they’re a reminder of how I don’t want to live. I’ve done the yo-yo dieting, eating unhealthy, ingesting toxins and then trying to overcorrect by only covering up the surface stuff. Doesn’t work. So it’s time to look elsewhere. Likewise, the “model” part of the “old models” has recently been ejected from my mind – not because the idea of being slim isn’t appealing to me; it totally is. But the hollowed out, unsmiling, starved eye orbitals sitting in a skull that’s like a lollipop on a crumbling spine with four limp limbs reluctantly hanging from the whole thing like weeping willow tendrils?
Yeah, that also doesn’t seem a fun way to live, either.
Thus, Kate wins for the following reasons at least:
1. She’s the ultimate squat-spiration
(I almost don’t need to go on… but I will):
2. Sure, she gets paid to promo stuff.
But she also shows her actual workouts to demonstrate the hard work it took to get the ass-status above:
(*Note – all the media here are screen caps, not videos. Check her page to see vids.)
3. She likes her makeup, but isn’t afraid to sweat it off and show the world, too:
And let’s cease fire on the makeup-at-the-gym hate, shall we?
‘cause I get it. At the very least eyebrow pencil’s like AmEx for me too – I don’t leave home without it.
4. She’s a dog lover
(Which auto-raises anyone’s likeability points)
5. And, finally, no I’m-better-than-you Vogue scowls here:
One of the top reasons Kate makes WCW. ‘cause the best advice I’ve ever heard was to let your smile be your most important piece of makeup – and as inspiration goes, it’s actually super true. A smile is emotionally inviting. People see you being uber-happy and they wanna impose a dose of whatever it is you’re doing on themselves, too. Sure, I mean, if any of us were born Kate S., we’d all have grin-induced lockjaw, too. But my point’s that if we can’t be a unicorn, we can at least match its positive, accessible qualities.
Better than matching a washed up tinseltown mare.
Who also has a permanent smile.
From OD’d face toxin, tryn’a erase a life fulla frowns.
So, ladies: who’s your WCW? And do you wanna be her, bae her*, or better yourself cuzza her?
*DICT-CLAIMER