Hello there! This is our final post on GOOPED. While we’ve enjoyed nurturing our editorial talents, our time as lifestyle influencers in the digital space has come to an end. Thanks for following along over this past year while we experimented with ~journalism~.
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And now, some parting words:
Trixie:
Ending My Journey With Substack (Not Clickbait: Emotional)
I started this year as someone who would not consider herself a writer. An actress? Sure. A fit model? Obviously. A purveyor of funky jewelry? Without a doubt. But I endeavored on my journey with Substack hoping to learn a lot more about my process as a creator and to challenge myself to not rely on my good looks to reach my audience. And what I discovered is that I will never pick up a piece of journalism and judge it at face value ever again. Regularly producing written content that is ripe with clever turns of phrase and insightful nuance is truly a gift that I do not possess. To all of the writers and journalists out there, I would like to express to you that you are not only one in a million but also verifiably insane. Still, part of my growth as an artist has always been about picking up new tools as I find them in front of me. Advancing my skillsets with DJing or home renovation turned out to be resonating experiences for me. While journalism, on the other hand, remains confounding and elusive. Just choosing those two words alone gave me a nosebleed in both nostrils. I salute all of the brilliant people who find themselves at home in a Carrie Bradshaw “I couldn’t help but wonder…” scenario, but my Substack experience made me notice that I am no Carrie Bradshaw.
See you on Sniffies,
Trixie
Katya:
I walked into the writers room a warbler and a wiggler and I’ll walk out of the writers room a warbler and wiggler. Thank you so much.
Here’s what happens on the next few seasons of And Just Like Crap:
Season 2: Miranda gets giardia from eating ass at the Russian TikTok house and while vomiting and shitting at the same time (so violently) she rips open a hole in the space-time continuum that sucks everyone into the Samanthaverse. There, everyone is named Samantha.
Season 3: I don’t know.
Season 4: Charlotte becomes President of the United States and then decides to bomb Iran, but then changes her mind and forms an alliance with the power of fashion. Meanwhile, Samantha becomes the President of Iran and reveals that the whole thing was a joke, but once the fashion move works, she decides to bomb the United States.
Season 5: Carrie walks in the Balenciaga fashion show and trips over some spilled White Cherry flavored Gatorade and splits her pants. She is laughed out of the tent, especially by Naomi Campbell, who is laughing so hard she is flecking her face in spittle. Carrie is so humiliated that she commits suicide. The end.
Thank you all so much for reading and supporting Gooped. Reading is hard.
Xx
Katya