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The Sinister World of Looksmaxxing

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My Personal Black History

Four Black women on the moments that made them

By Rebecca Carroll

When you think about Black history, you may think of stories and lore from the long ago and far away past. But the small details of our personal experiences as Black people in America in the recent now comprise the same nuanced Black history made by our ancestors. So we asked a few Black women in The Meteor collective to share memories themselves. Black history in the making.  

“In that sacred space, Black history was not abstract”

A year before my mother, Dr. Willa Alfreda Campbell Wilson, passed away, we traveled to Orangeburg, South Carolina, the town where I was born and where my parents devoted years as professors at South Carolina State University. We were there for a dear friend’s wedding, joyfully reconnecting with our community, but it was essential to my mother that we visit the memorial honoring those killed by state violence during the 1968 Orangeburg Massacre. Standing there with my father and my husband, Mom paid tribute to friends she had lost and shared what she had endured and survived during the massacre and in those years: being beaten, jailed more than a dozen times, chased by police dogs, and hosed down for demanding basic human rights. She spoke about how Black women’s bodies were deliberately targeted, how she was kicked repeatedly for sitting at a lunch counter, and how violence was used to threaten dignity and suppress the movement.

DR. WILLA ALFREDA CAMPBELL WILSON, CENTER, WITH HER COLLEGE FRIENDS. (COURTESY OF JAMIA WILSON)

In that sacred space, Black history was not abstract. It was personal, embodied, and still reverberating through our family. That moment affirmed why I do the work I do. As a storyteller and amplifier of cyclebreakers and truthtellers' stories, I understand that documenting our narratives is an act of love, resistance and preservation. My mother taught me that silence enables erasure, and that bearing witness is both a responsibility and a form of protection for future generations. Honoring our ancestors means telling the truth about what they endured and ensuring their sacrifices are neither minimized nor forgotten.

—Jamia Wilson, Random House executive editor and author of Young, Gifted and Black and Make Good Trouble

“She was showing me that we could make our own platforms”

My mother was an artist, a teacher, and an entrepreneur. When I was a child, I used to go with her to sell t-shirts and other apparel she made through her silk-screen printing business. She’d make drawings and create designs particular to Blackness, and print them herself. [Her life] was her—a single, independent woman—her daughter, and her work. At the time, it felt ordinary, but now I see it as Black history happening in real time.

Sitting beside her at those events, watching her build something from her own creativity, taught me what Black entrepreneurship, Black womanhood, and Black artistry could look like. She was showing me that we could make our own platforms, our own economies, our own images. I ain’t really realize it until recently, but I carry that with me in my own practice now. My work feels like a continuation of that history she started.

—Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, artist and cultural worker

“I wish I’d known then what I was looking at”

My father, Rev. Ronald B. Packnett, pastored a historic Black church in my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri. Among the responsibilities of the pastor’s daughter was to accompany him on his visits to those on our church’s “Sick & Shut-in” list every week, after school and during the summer break. And at 6 or 7, it wasn’t always the most welcome experience. 

One day we stopped by a nondescript house on St. Louis’ North side—the forgotten side of the city—where storied brick houses that have been in Black families for generations stand buttressed against the white flight, urban blight, and systemic neglect of a city determine to choke off the very people who made it great. An old man opened the door of the house; he wore a white t-shirt and suspenders, slippers and a slight smile on his face. He was glad to see us darken his door, and was kind to me. I was polite, because I had home training, but I knew what was coming: boredom. 

Sure enough, I sat. I waited. I waited more. I wandered. While my father and the old man in the white t-shirt talked, I happened upon some photographs. I wish I’d known then what I was looking at, and would have then known what to ask the man who owned them. I would have asked how it felt to watch the great Jackie Robinson break the color line. I’d ask him if it was true that Satchel Paige and Josh Gibson were even better than Jackie, and if the Negro Leagues would have beat up on the MLB as badly as we all think they would have. I would have asked him what he thought of Ozzie Smith, our backflipping hometown hero, who was as successful as he was popular with the Black folk and white folk in our still segregated city. I would have asked him if, given the chance he should have gotten, he thinks he would have beaten the greats, been a Hall of Famer, and retired wealthy in Ladue, instead of his well-kempt home full of love and care on the forgotten side of St. Louis.

That day, I was in the home of the legendary James ‘Cool Papa’ Bell, who played for some of the greatest baseball teams in Negro League history. And before I left, he gave me some caramel candy and a kiss. Because that’s how we do. Our heroes strive because they love us. And we owe them our love in return.  May the makers of Black history be elders who live bountiful lives of dignity. And like Cool Papa and my daddy, they become our ancestors to remind us to be free.

—Brittany Packnett Cunningham, podcast host and interdisciplinary strategist 

 

 “An emotional blueprint”

As a Black woman who grew up without Black family, it has been imperative for me to create my own Black history, every day throughout my life. And as a mother, that has meant hanging Black art on the walls of our home, stacking our shelves with an abundance of Black books, listening to Black music on our Bose speakers, and cultivating community and traditions with our chosen Black family. Perhaps as meaningful, if not more so, it has meant pouring my love of Black culture, and my dedication to honoring its representation and impact, into my son, openly and often, providing him with an emotional blueprint that will help to shape the future of his own Black history. 

—Rebecca Carroll, writer and cultural critic, editor-at-large for The Meteor     

 

  

 


Worker’s Rights, But Make it Fashion

A former model’s hard-won labor law ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌


The Scary Bill That Will Not Die

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"This Changes Everything"

Black History Month turns 100 ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌


Three Questions About…This Year’s Winter Olympics

The trailblazers to watch, and the ICE of it all

By Shannon Melero

Jamie Mittleman has the kind of job that, if it were explained in a Netflix rom-com, would sound entirely made up: She talks to Olympic and Paralympic athletes all day. Fine, it’s more than that; she’s the CEO and founder of Flame Bearers, a media company centered around women Olympians and their stories. But the fun part of her job is working with athletes and traveling to the Games. 

The summer Olympics usually get all of the shine, but this year, the roster for Team USA is, as I think the kids say, bussin’. Two-time gold medalist Chloe Kim is back chasing a third podium. Figure skater Alysa Liu is out of retirement at the ripe old age of 22 and skating better than ever. Lindsey Vonn plans to compete on a totally destroyed ACL (girl, please don’t do that) and, of course, we’re all ready to get our Heated Rivalry on and cheer for the women’s ice hockey team captained by the incomparable Hilary Knight. 

Ahead of her travels to the Milan/Cortina Olympics, Mittleman took some time to talk to us non-Olympians about what to expect. 

The Olympics have always had political undertones. As someone working closely with so many women athletes ahead of Milan/Cortina, are there themes you’re seeing pop up?

A major theme I’m hearing from athletes is access. Who gets into winter sports? Who can afford it? Who sees themselves in it?

Winter sports remain some of the least diverse athletic spaces in the world, and athletes are acutely aware of that. They talk about the cost of equipment – how expensive is a ski pass? Hockey gear? A bobsled? [Plus] the lack of local facilities. Do they have to drive to get to the track? What if they don’t have a car? Nobody from my community competes in this sport…and how all of these compound over time. 

There’s also a strong thread of athletes wanting to use their visibility to widen the doorway for the next generation. I’ve now worked with just shy of 400 Olympians and Paralympians from 55 countries, and many are navigating being “firsts” in their sport—first from their country, first openly queer, first Black athlete in their discipline. They’re proud, but they’re also very aware of the weight of representation they carry. It’s a privilege, but it’s also a responsibility they didn’t necessarily sign up for. 

Speaking of firsts, Team USA has two major ones on the roster this year with Amber Glenn, the team’s first openly queer figure skater, and Laila Edwards, the first Black woman to play ice hockey for the U.S. What are you hoping viewers can take from watching them compete?

Edwards making Black history during Black History Month. (via Getty Images)

Seeing Amber Glenn and Laila Edwards on this stage matters far beyond medals. I hope young viewers see that there is no single mold for who belongs in sport. In her "Making It To Milan" interview, Hilary Knight mentioned, "There is a place for everyone in sport.” You can be openly queer and compete at the highest level. You can be a Black woman in a sport that has historically excluded you. You don’t have to shrink yourself to fit into a system.

For many young people watching, this may be the first time they see someone who looks like them, loves like them, or comes from a background like theirs on Olympic ice and snow. That moment of recognition matters. It’s often the first spark of belief: Maybe I belong there too. That belief is why my company exists—to make it clear that you do.

It’s also important to mention that just as many “firsts” exist in the Paralympics, which begin immediately after the Olympics—and I highly recommend tuning in.

We recently learned that ICE is also going to Milan with Team USA—which as an Olympic fan, fills me with embarrassment during a time I’d normally be feeling a rare moment of national pride. Does that change the viewing experience for you at all?

ICE traveling with the U.S. delegation is fundamentally at odds with the spirit of the Olympic Games, a hollow stunt of performative power. While hidden under the guise of ‘protection’, this move reads less as a safety measure and more as a PR maneuver—an attempt by the Trump administration to reclaim international relevance and authority at a moment when the US is increasingly isolated and losing credibility. Coming on the heels of Davos, where international leaders such as Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney signaled clear resistance to Trump’s agenda, ICE’s presence is an attempt to project strength at a time when US influence has clearly decayed.

Outside the US, the context is very clear: ICE is not relevant, nor wanted. The International Olympic Committee has said their presence is ‘distracting and sad.’ The Mayor of Milan explicitly said they are not welcome. Since the announcement of their presence, several organizations have moved to disassociate from the word “ICE.” The Milan hospitality suite, once called the “Ice House” has already been renamed

[But their presence] reinforces why the athletes’ stories—and their humanity—matter even more. The athletes are showing up to compete after lifetimes of work. This is about them. Their journeys. Many come from immigrant families, from underrepresented communities, from places where sport was their pathway to opportunity. The geopolitical backdrop is real, but what I see up close is athletes trying to hold onto the purity of why they do this in the first place. 

 


A Bigger, Badder, Bunnier Bowl

 


The Formula for Equal Parenting

 

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A Feminist Love Letter to Baby Formula

Is it the key to a more equitable partnership? The Meteor’s Nona Willis Aronowitz makes the case

By Cindi Leive

Two days ago, in The New York Times, my colleague Nona tossed a lovingly crafted, deeply researched grenade into one of the more passionately held beliefs about parenting: that breast is best. The title of her piece, “The Secret to Marriage Equality is Formula,” argues exactly that, but it goes further—Nona argues that formula (often a source of raised eyebrows in feminist circles for some very good reasons) can also be the secret to less stress and happier parenting for women in or out of partnerships.

The piece struck such a nerve that the comment section is now closed. But after breastfeeding two babies myself, and feeling guilty whenever I used formula, I had questions.

First off, for those who didn't read the piece, how did you personally discover that the secret to marriage equality is baby formula?

I discovered this the hard way. The first time around, with my daughter Dorie, I breastfed because it seemed like the default: Everybody assumes that if you can breastfeed, you should breastfeed. While breastfeeding was a very nice way to bond, the experience was also very intense: It led me to desperately want to control the feeding realm. I was learning so much about her, which led me to push my partner, Dom, out of the space (he didn’t exactly argue—socialization runs deep!). Meanwhile, I was sleep-deprived, isolated, and resentful. I felt like I hadn’t signed up for being Mom-In-Chief with a hapless underling as a co-parent. My husband and I fought constantly, which wasn’t good for any of us, including the baby.

So, when we had a second daughter, Pearl, we figured we should try to prioritize equality, even if it undermined breastfeeding.
It seemed like a small price to pay for a harmonious experience, and for my baby to genuinely have a wonderful bond with her father from the get-go. And you know what? It worked almost instantly. I breastfed exclusively for two weeks just to establish breastfeeding, and it was like PTSD—all of the bad feelings came flooding back. But as soon as we started introducing formula and Dom started doing overnight feeds, the vibe in our household totally changed.
I felt so much closer to him, I felt so much happier to see my baby in the morning, and he really learned Pearl in a way that he didn't learn Dorie until she was a toddler. As we used more formula and bottles, he was just as good at soothing the baby as me.

Dom, in his equal parenting era. (Photo courtesy of the author)

The comments on your piece are copious and mostly very positive, from women saying thank you, we should have options. There were two other strains of responses I wanted to ask you about. First, from people who say: Just pump! And second, from people noting that the scientific evidence shows that breastfeeding is medically superior. Let’s start with the idea that pumping breast milk could solve the equal parenting issue. 

Pumping is not the same as formula! First of all, it involves joyless labor from the lactating parent—time I could be spending with my baby or my older child.
It also still creates that executive/employee dynamic, where I give my husband this precious breast milk that he better not waste. He once likened it to borrowing the company car and being told to return it without a scratch on it. Pumped breastmilk isn’t a total responsibility transfer.

One of the most revelatory findings of my research was a 2009 piece by Jill Lepore in the New Yorker that questioned our society’s promotion of breast pumps. “Should I take three twenty-minute pumping ‘breaks’ during my workday, or use formula and get home to my baby an hour earlier?” she asks pointedly. When we tell women to obsessively focus on the liquid itself rather than ways to better bond with their babies, it’s a Pyrrhic victory. 

[She also writes] that many of the proven benefits of breastfeeding are social and emotional (“smiling and cuddling”), rather than nutritional. Which brings me to your second question: The medical benefits of breastfeeding are often overstated. The data shows that there are immune benefits [over] formula in the newborn stage, but they amount to, like, one fewer ear infection a year or slightly fewer GI issues. As economist Emily Oster puts it, these benefits are “real, but modest,” and some advertised benefits, like a higher IQ or protection from obesity, are more about correlation than causation: People who can breastfeed are wealthier and more educated. They often have more time off. There's all sorts of other factors affecting their babies’ lives that have nothing to do with the nutritional makeup of their breast milk.

Your column wasn’t about politics, but as you’ve noted, this is a political subject. RFK Jr.'s MAHA program has included breastfeeding as an official recommendation and been quite derogatory about the insufficiency of formula. So the government is encouraging women to breastfeed based on what you’re saying is insufficient medical data. Why do you think they are doing that and why was this an important column to write right now?

First of all, exclusive breastfeeding requires maternity leave. We don't have guaranteed paid maternity leave in this country, so asking any woman to exclusively breastfeed is implying that she shouldn't work. So let's get that out of the way. But there's this deeper assumption that women will sacrifice anything—their mental health, their career opportunities, their marriage, their sleep—for their baby. So even if there is a slight benefit to the nutritional makeup of breast milk, that still doesn’t justify pushing women this hard to breastfeed. It puts a huge amount of stress on a lot of women. And I think the message of the MAHA movement is, “You should prioritize your family, your baby. And if that means you can't work or have any time for yourself, well, that's just your role as a woman.” It couldn't be more clear.

Furthermore, the contrast between all the information we get about breastfeeding and the dearth of information we get about equal parenting—which upwards of 85 percent of parents claim they support—is one of the most insidious forms of sexism I can think of. All these parents are saying they want to split the load, and yet there's very little guidance on how to do that, which leaves it up to individuals (very sleep-deprived individuals) to figure it out. Before we had children, my partner and I agreed on a feminist partnership in broad terms, but we didn't talk about what that would look like day-to-day when we had a baby. We just assumed that I would breastfeed unless it didn't work. I didn't even know the term combo-feeding at the time. It would have been great to discuss this before the newborn scrum.

This could even start during the two-day period after birth, when experts are coming in and out of your room every few minutes. A lactation consultant or somebody else should also be educated on how to administer formula and why. I asked a lactation consultant a couple of months after Dorie’s birth, when breastfeeding was killing me, "How do I introduce formula while still breastfeeding?" And she clutched her pearls and said, "Oh, I don't know anything about that. You're gonna have to refer to the CDC website." The American Academy of Pediatrics has a lot to say about breastfeeding; they should also have information about formula and its benefits to families. And there should be more studies commissioned about combo-feeding—I found, like, two studies about it, as opposed to approximately one million studies about breastfeeding.

After your column came out, one of our colleagues, who had breastfed her child for two and a half years and was a self-described “breast is best” advocate—said that she felt you had unintentionally, but effectively, read her to filth. 

[Laughs] That was absolutely not my intention. There can be lots of benefits to breastfeeding, and if you enjoy it, then by all means, do it. What I would like is for people to go into the very hard work of breastfeeding with their eyes open, knowing that this will likely impede domestic parity. It's just a fact. Some women (like our friend) may choose to exclusively breastfeed, anyway, because they want to.
But if equal parenting is a priority for you, I invite you to consider other options—without shame or guilt.