So Brook,
I have to tell you about lat night and also the night before. As you know, I started this other insta account where I’m now apparently QVC. It started rather innocently with me losing my shit on The Real Real for selling something of mine for basically twenty-three dollars.
In this same time, I started seeing this girl Sam, who was selling all her vintage clothing and making money for charity. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but thought, why can’t I just post my own stuff and do the same?
I was able to recoup some money on items I shouldn’t have bought and also give thousands of dollars to people who otherwise wouldn’t have had access to it.
One of my favourites was Ali, the Muslim Bedouin man that I may or may not be married to at this point. You see, I don’t really know where we stand because he doesn’t speak English. But, I’m fairly certain I heard him introduce me to one of his friends as wife #4.
(Here he is with wife #1.)
Long story short, I ran out of stuff. My closet looks like we have been robbed. And now, I’m sourcing vintage and designer goods from all over the country trying to maintain inventory. I also hired a full-time assistant and opened a new LLC.
Jason keeps saying, “I thought you were a writer.”
While he’s not wrong, I feel like this new aspect of my schtick is allowing me to engage with my followers in a more personal way. It’s also given me a reason to have these wild LIVE events in my apartment with various characters that have appeared on my insta over the years.
(Erika, my favourite new friend who also happens to be a Holocaust survivor.)
This lead to me starting the second SUBSTACK, The Best Friend Experience because I needed a way to communicate and text with this group that felt more intimate. I didn’t want to bombard the people who are here for our essays with clothing sales, recommendations on doctors, recipes, my weekly podcast interviews, and the first draft of my next memoir (which is a 1st DRAFT in every sense of the word). It felt a lot like a guy you go one a few dates with who then asks if you want to get matching tattoos.
Last night, my founding members were invited on a giant group zoom. Brook, it was incredible after all these years to see these women face to face. I really am begging you to join the next. It was like AA, meets therapy, meets a mom dinner that you actually want to be at.
What I learned, aside from the fact that all the people in my life think I have commitment issues and a lot of anaesthesiologist subscribers, is that while we all have different lives, we are all sort of going through the same shit.
The call was supposed to be thirty minutes because it was my turn to do bed. The call went for two hours. (Sorry Jason!)
I wore my Wendy Williams bathrobe. I had zit cream on my nose and my hair in a fucked up bun. It didn’t feel like a performance, or an instagram post, or even a LIVE event, it just felt like real humans hanging out.
I think this is such an incredible space. I cannot believe the support I feel here that I never had on Twitter or any other social media app.
We need to do a hang session on this sub. It is only scary for the first few minutes. Then, it gets really fucking good.
I'm in! let's do a hang session soon!
I’m so bummed I missed the Zoom!