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  • The Return of Smoking Aligns With the Return of Retro Practices in General

    It’s a “trend” (read: way of life) many have been noticing for the past couple of years: smoking. Its steady rise back into mainstream culture arguably reaching a crescendo with Brat summer, the Charli XCX-fueled phenomenon-by-way-of-an-album that laid out what constitutes a “brat,” at least aesthetically: “pack of cigs, a Bic lighter and a strappy white top with no bra.” Note that pack of cigs was placed at the top of the list, even if XCX was largely just bullshitting/trolling the press…as is the wont of a true brat.

    And yet, it was as though she “manifested” the full-fledged opening of the floodgates when it came to “social smoking” being back in a big way. Unapologetically so. For, where once there was a stigma about it, the summer of 2024 seemed to confirm something that had been brewing for a while: if the “culture” was going to be subjected to the retro practices being consistently touted and implemented by a certain administration helmed by a certain orange creature, then it wanted to at least get back one “good” retro practice out of it: the joy of smoking. No matter that everyone, by now, is well-aware of the bodily harm it guarantees. 

    Here, too, another factor is at play with regard to the “why” of cigarettes a.k.a. “cancer sticks” taking off so much in recent times: it’s apparent that more and more people aren’t seeing much of a viable future for the world, so why not really find (a.k.a. buy, for an extremely exorbitant price) the thing you love and let it kill you? It’s not like there’s going to be an assured tomorrow anyway, n’est-ce pas? So “let it rip.” Or, in this case, let it burn. Put another way by Jared Oviatt a.k.a. “@cigfluencers” (now the go-to person for articles about why cigarettes are “back”), “The dream of stability, owning a home, financial security feels increasingly out of reach. So the question becomes: why not do what you want? Why not smoke? Nothing matters!”

    However, speaking to that aforementioned point about the exorbitant price, the people smoking are actually the ones who can own a home, do have financial security. To be sure, there seems to be something to the idea that “only” celebrities are smoking again (ergo, in some enraged people’s opinions, trying to make it “cool” again)—perhaps because the cost of a pack of cigarettes, to them, amounts to pennies. Which is why Rosalía brought an entire “cigarette bouquet” to Charli XCX for her 32nd birthday on August 2, 2024. Because, while roughly fifteen dollars a pack (when bought from a metropolitan city like L.A.) is alms to the richies, it makes far more of a dent in the average person’s so-called salary. Hence, the popularity of cigarettes among celebrities not necessarily causing a major uptick in smoking among “the commoners.” Who tend to prefer vaping anyway, a much more déclassé form of smoking, with only slightly less harmful health effects. Even so, Lana Del Rey remains committed to it, despite previously being one of the earlier known celebrities of the twenty-first century to parade her cig habit (once an indelible part of her visuals). 

    But then, that’s because Del Rey was always touting twentieth century views and “ideals” in the first place. It’s only now that “everyone else” has “caught up” to her (as she herself presently chooses vaping instead—to which her recent opening act, Addison Rae, would say, “Ew, I hate vaping”) by allowing themselves to fall behind. And why shouldn’t they, when everything around them reflects a society that has entered a time machine, reinvoking the worst of what “hippies” and “crusaders” fought against in the mid-twentieth century: racism, sexism and an overtly patriarchal society.

    Alas, since all of that has bubbled up to the surface again with a vengeance, many seem to think that, at the bare minimum, that should include the erstwhile “glamor” of cigarettes. Before the myth of their “doctor recommended” cachet was debunked with an early 1960s study that definitively concluded cigarettes cause lung cancer. It was in 1964, with the publication of Smoking and Health: Report of the Advisory Committee to the Surgeon General of the Public Health Service, that things for the tobacco industry started to get really dicey. Because that’s when the PSAs, both in print and on TV, started coming out, making increasingly indelible impressions on people as the decades wore on. 

    The 90s were an especially “anti-smoking” time, in terms of campaigns going hard against tobacco. One ad, seeking to satirize the supposed glamor of smoking now mostly associated with Old Hollywood films, depicted a man and woman with “movie star vibes” as the former asks, “Mind if I smoke?” Her reply: “Care if I die?” The message was out: smoking was decidedly gross, selfish and, worst of all (for men and women alike), caused impotence. And yes, it’s almost certain that’s a problem for “cigfluencer” Matty Healy, who went from dating the “wholesome” Taylor Swift to the “brat-adjacent” Gabbriette, a fellow smoker. Because, despite the 90s being always on-trend with the likes of those in the “Brat orbit,” anti-smoking isn’t something that took hold from that hallowed decade. Besides, even the it girls of the day (e.g., Kate Moss, Chloë Sevigny, Winona Ryder) clearly never paid much attention to such ads. Or the influence their unabashed smoking had on those who wanted to be like them.

    Even so, that didn’t stop the effects of the anti-smoking movement at the government level, with California in particular being ahead of the curve on banning smoking in restaurants, workplaces and bars starting in 1995 (though Beverly Hills specifically started banning smoking in certain public places in 1987). Rather ironic considering that Hollywood was the place that started selling cigarettes as “glamorous” in the first place. The dive that the reputation of the cigarette took by the mid-2000s was so noticeable that it can best be summed up by Aaron Eckhart’s character, Nick Naylor, in 2006’s Thank You For Smoking, when he laments that the only people you see smoking in movies anymore are “RAVs”: Russians, Arabs and villains (the former two often neatly fitting into the latter category for Americans anyway). 

    Enter Mary-Kate Olsen, who, despite her twin also being a smoker, was arguably the first to really bring back cigarettes as a mark of “class” and “wealth.” This while also embodying the brat definition of wielding them as an accessory long before Charli XCX herself crystallized what brat even meant. MK’s cigarette-smoking advocacy reached an apex at her 2015 wedding to Olivier Sarkozy, an event that prompted Page Six to famously describe the reception as having “bowls and bowls filled with cigarettes, and everyone smoked the whole night.” It was a phrase—and scene—that pop culture enthusiasts couldn’t stop obsessing over. And maybe it took XCX’s Brat to “inspire” a new generation glom on to what Mary-Kate had already done for cigs anyway. Well, her and a few other 00s-era “bad girls,” including Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears (as a certain infamous 2008 Rolling Stone article phrased it, “She is an inbred swamp thing who chain-smokes”).

    All of which is to say that, sure, the “coolness” of smoking has survived numerous threats to its clout in the years since the truth about its dangers was made public. But it—smoking—has always been there, just waiting in the wings to reemerge again as a viable thing to do for securing one’s “effortless” chicness. However, the fact that the confluence of retro political policies and stances on gender (de facto, gender roles) has aligned with smoking’s latest renaissance doesn’t seem like a coincidence at all. So much as an additional way to “mirror the past.”  And to further undo all the human progress that was made since.

    Genna Rivieccio

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  • An Ode to It Girls and Sociopathy: Charli XCX’s “360”

    An Ode to It Girls and Sociopathy: Charli XCX’s “360”

    In Madonna’s seminal 1990 hit, “Vogue,” she talks about how Rita Hayworth “gave good face.” That’s at least eighty percent of the “job” description of being an it girl (or “internet girl,” the apparent updated version of that term). The other twenty percent seems to be a mixture of wearing over-the-top couture and being photographed at all the right parties. As a self-appointed party girl/internet obsession, Charli XCX knows all about combining the analog and digital elements of what it means to be “it.” And she pays homage to that at the beginning of her latest video, “360” (yet another single that will appear on Brat).

    Directed by ​​Aidan Zamiri, the scene opens on Charli walking down a hallway as she texts back and forth with fellow it girl Gabbriette, who chastises her for being (five hours) late to a place called Skyferrori’s (is that supposed to be a Sky Ferreira reference?) Trattoria. Traipsing into the restaurant, she’s met with the eyes of Rachel Sennott (who technically “collaborated” with Charli on Bottoms) and Chloe Cherry. It’s Rachel who tells her she can’t sing her song just yet, with Gabriette further explaining, “We have to fulfill the prophecy of finding a new, hot internet girl. That’s literally why we’re at dinner.” A little expository, but sure. Chloe Cherry then adds, “Or else our kind will cease to exist…forever.” Annoyed, Charli tries to speed up the process by suggesting, “What about…her?” as she points to the girl at the end of the table—who happens to be Julia Fox. Obviously, that’s a no go as it girls who are already it girls can’t be chosen. Charli then lands on the waitress (if that word is still permissible) and the others at the table aren’t opposed to it. 

    “What do you guys need me to do?” she asks gamely, even if nervously. Fox explains, “See, you actually need to have this, like, je ne sais quoi.” Charli affirms, “Yeah it’s, like, definitely a je ne sais quoi kind of situation.” In other words, no one wants to admit that it’s pure luck and, often, a little bit of nepo baby clout (as Paris Hilton knows from her late 90s/early 00s it girl days). Or, as Gabbriette describes it, “I would say it’s about being really hot in, like, a scary way.” Fox approves vehemently of that definition. With that “sorted,” Charli declares, “I’m gonna do my song now.” So it is that the A. G. Cook-produced notes begin and Charli delivers the manifesto, “I went my own way and I made it/I’m your favorite reference, baby/Call me Gabbriette, you’re so inspired/Ah, ah I’m tectonic, moves, I make ’em/Shock you like defibrillators/No style, I can’t relate.” Just as Sabrina Carpenter can’t relate to “desperation.” She, too, is something of an it girl at this moment, and her song, “espresso,” exudes the same kind of sociopathy that Charli and co. champion in “360.” Complete with the first proper visual from it outside of the “holding court” restaurant setting being Charli atop an elderly man on a gurney in a hospital. 

    Mounting him with her legs spread apart so that his midsection is between her thighs, other it girls soon gather around her (with Gabbriette blowing cigarette smoke right in his face) in between scenes of Charli in the gym jiggling about with a glass of red wine in hand as Sennott and Fox stand on either side of her (the former texting on her phone and the latter vaping while disinterestedly lifting a dumbbell). 

    In another cut back to the restaurant setting, Charli struts toward the table and gets on top of it so she can walk it like a runway. When she runs out of table, the waiters in the restaurant quickly scramble to provide her with more (a maneuver that smacks of this particular 1990 performance) so that she never has to worry about falling or looking foolish for not being able to continue her strut. Not that she ever would worry—because worry is a sentiment that is entirely out of the it girl’s vocabulary. She knows everything she wants will fall right into her lap not just because she’s “hot,” but because it always has before. For anything else to occur would signal some kind of cataclysm in the universe…at least in the it girl’s internet-speak-fueled mind. And when Charli wants to keep walking once the room itself ends, a waiter knocks out the wall for her so that she can. It’s just, like, the rules of what “little people” are expected to do for beautiful and rich ones. 

    The knocked-out wall leads into a room where an ordinary family sits on the couch as the likes of Richie Shazam (in a cone bra corset) and Chloe Cherry pose in the background while Charli keeps singing her song, declaring, “That city sewer slut’s the vibe/Internationally recognized/I set the tone, it’s my design/And it’s stuck in your mind/Legacy is undebated/You gon’ jump if A. G. made it/If you love it, if you hate it/I don’t fucking care what you think.” Ah, that old chestnut that only sounds authentic when Joan Jett says it via the chorus, “I don’t give a damn ‘bout my bad reputation.” 

    Charli continues to cement her own “bad reputation” as she stands before a pair of crashed cars (she is, after all, the creator of an album called Crash) in the middle of an L.A. street where who should eventually appear but none other than L.A.’s number one hater, Chloe Sevigny. A woman that some might call the original it girl if they’re not aware of Edie Sedgwick’s existence before hers (and yes, it’s almost surprising that Edie wasn’t AI-generated at some point within the context of this video—but maybe Charli decided to limit her poor taste to gyrating atop a hospitalized old man). 

    Charli and Chloe then strut down the road together as a random dumpster on fire shows up in the background. Joining their fellow it girls up ahead, the nine women stand together and throw various poses for a nonexistent camera as the fire keeps raging behind them. Perhaps an ultimate metaphor for the fact that, no matter what kind of chaos or tragedy is happening in the world, you can always count on an it girl’s vanity to totally ignore or disregard it. What’s eternally most important is how fierce she looks.

    Genna Rivieccio

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