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In all the hype leading up to the 2025 Super Bowl, who could have predicted that the biggest winner of last night’s game would be… Kendrick Lamar’s jeans?
Hailey Bieber has been out and about in New York for the past week, and her wardrobe for the trip has been every bit that of a cool NYC fashion girl. Take one that she was photographed wearing in the city on Friday—a sleek all-black outfit that included a leather jacket, straight-leg trousers, and a simple suede shoulder bag. But when I first saw the outfit, my eyes went straight to her feet, as on them was a pair of heels that felt fresh even in a sea of heel trends.
On Valentine’s Day, February 14th, Mercury, the planet of communication, enters Pisces, bringing a dreamy, romantic vibe to the air. This water-fire combination of Mercury in Pisces and Venus in Aries could lead to a spicy, emotional Valentine’s Day. Whether you’re celebrating with a partner, shooting your shot with a crush, enjoying a Galentine’s, or practicing self-love, the energy is sweet, tender, and creative.
Meghan Markle already has a reputation for incorporating thoughtful design flourishes into her wardrobe; over the years, she’s subtly channeled Princess Diana’s infamous style, frequently worn pieces from woman-owned brands like Cuyana and Birdies, and even been spotted wearing an eternity ring encrusted with Markle’s own birthstone, along with those of her husband, Prince Harry, and their firstborn child, Archie.
The irony is that her life is not safe because they have insisted on the rules applying to us all. If they had to yield, then so should she. She pays for daring to want a different life. People slowly shun her out of public spaces. She exists in the margins, in texts, and in secret phone calls and girls’ nights, but not in your wedding parties, baby showers, baptisms, and family reunions. And when she is invited, it is to stand in ridicule for not having done her due diligence and played her role. In my loca era I was single and over thirty, and I was treated like a threat, like I was there to steal someone’s man. As if any man is worth that effort and energy. I have found that marriage to a man has pacified the indignation; the label of loca is less easily brandished. In another lifetime I am sure I would have been burned at the stake. In this lifetime, I could have been killed at some club or even found dead after one of my many one‑night stands. I think ultimately, my marriage has been what has made me acceptable. Not my partner, specifically, but the fact that I am married to a cis hetero man. The legitimacy that a man offers me is still of value, even as much as we like to think of ourselves as beyond that. Other facts come into play also, but ultimately, between husbands I experienced a fear‑binding existence because being la tía loca who is single was dangerous, and my entire body sensed it. That thought haunts me. The idea that a heterosexual relationship is my “saving grace” sends shivers down my spine.
