Sydney Sweeney is, objectively, hot.
That isn't a controversial statement. I say this as someone who doesn't go for the blonde hair/blue-eyed type. When I was younger, Phoebe Cates was my dream girl, and I think Penelope Cruz is unimaginably beautiful.
But in purely artistic terms, Sydney Sweeney is, objectively, beautiful.
To a certain type of person--the decolonizing left--admitting this fact is de facto proof that you are a white supremacist whose idea of a good time is stalking and lynching black people.
Reading a shrill black feminist graduate of Brown taking to the pages of the New Yorker to talk about the racialist "terrorism" of Sydney Sweeney's gorgeousness is the most fun I've had all day. More, please! https://t.co/4HiLm3ukRz
— Rod Dreher (@roddreher) August 14, 2025
You may think I am using hyperbole, but if so, you would be wrong. Pointing out that the elite doesn't just tolerate, but positively gushes over anti-white/anti-Jewish bigots, may sound excessive, but it's just recognizing reality.
It is hardly shocking that there are bigots of any color. That is just reality. There ARE white supremacists, Arab supremacists, Asian supremacists, black supremacists, and every kind of bigot you can imagine. Find a grouping of any kind--race, gender, religion, ethnicity, nation--if people identify with any tribe of any size, some will believe in the superiority of that tribe.
The fight against bigotry is a recent Western phenomenon, despite everybody seemingly believing that the West is especially bigoted. Welcoming immigrants from different cultures is almost exclusively a Western phenomenon--go to any of those countries flooding our borders with migrants and you will almost no people of any color or creed but the dominant group.
Our elite has adopted this attitude to an extreme--so extreme that they routinely valorize bigots of any stripe other than whites. They call it antiracism, but it really is the opposite. It is anti-white, although most of the people attracted to this ideology are whites themselves.
Rufo is finding gold pic.twitter.com/CGtFL4mDXX
— Low Yield Larry (@analyticfusion) August 15, 2025
The New Yorker, the most elite of the elite magazines, just published a piece from a long-time writer of theirs that fits this ideology perfectly. The writer--a Haitian immigrant--has spent years on social media bragging about how much she hates white people.
This is a senior staff writer at The New Yorker. Before that, she edited Lena Dunham's publication. She wins awards and gets fawned over by white people looking for absolution. She is presented to us as the best of us. Black, Haitian (remember, Haiti is great already!), and as our moral better.
St. Félix won a National Magazine Award in Columns and Commentary in 2019. She was a finalist in the same category in 2017 for her writing at MTV News.[11] In 2016, Forbes Magazine named St. Félix to its 30 Under 30 list,[12] citing her work on the Lenny Letter launch, with the newsletter reaching 400,000 subscribers in under six months.[13] i-D called her "a guiding voice in the worlds of writing, art and activism."[14] Brooklyn Magazine named St. Félix to its 2016 list of the "100 Most Influential People in Brooklyn Culture", calling her Pitchfork essay on Rihanna "definitive".[15] The Huffington Post named the same essay to its list of "The Most Important Writing From People Of Color In 2015",[16] NPR called it "excellent"[17] and Paper Magazine described it as "the best damn thing ever written re. Rihanna."[18]
The author of the insane “Aryan princess” article in The New Yorker, just in case you had any doubts about what fuels this deranged discourse: https://t.co/PAHKbkvrF6 pic.twitter.com/Xp43fQi9kL
— Joseph Massey (@jmasseypoet) August 14, 2025
Who better than she to call Sydney Sweeney a Nazi? And all of us who recognize her beauty as Nazis? And where better than in The New Yorker?
Denim ads get people riled up. Does it all flow from the foundational contrast between starch and flesh? No doubt the minds behind the Sweeney campaign wanted to stir memories of Brooke Shields, declaring to Richard Avedon’s camera, in 1980: “You wanna know what comes between me and my Calvins? Nothing.” In another ad for the campaign, Shields, mock-struggling to put on a pair of skintight jeans, says, “The secret of life lies hidden in the genetic code.” The element of perversion, the artistic touch, in that Calvin Klein ad was Shields’s age, which was fifteen. Sweeney is twenty-seven. No great artist directed these commercials. The allusion is incoherent, unless, of course, we root around for other meanings, and we don’t have to search for long: genes, referring to Sweeney’s famously large breasts; genes, referring to her whiteness. (American Eagle has said that the campaign “is and always was about the jeans.”) Interestingly, breasts, and the desire for them, are stereotyped as objects of white desire, as opposed to, say, the Black man’s hunger for ass. Sweeney, on the precipice of totalizing fame, has an adoring legion, the most extreme of whom want to recruit her as a kind of Aryan princess. To them, she signals, as my colleague Lauren Michele Jackson wrote, a “rejoicing in a perceived return to a bygone beauty standard in the wake of all that overzealous feminism they blame on the left.”
A lot of people don’t like the ad campaign, and there are plenty of reasons not to: there’s no irony or camp to leaven the trashy, dog-whistle atmosphere. But the fawning from conservatives—everyone from Megyn Kelly to J. D. Vance—is reactive, precipitated by the dislike, which, yes, reached a pitch of outrage, but dissipated, fairly quickly I think, into a bored fatigue. Still, everyone wants to elect their perspective of sobriety and proportion. Stephen Colbert, who now hosts “The Late Show” with a persecuted swagger, chastised the outraged, those who see the ad as master-race propaganda, claiming that they were overreacting. Can’t you handle a stupid pun, in other words? To be clear, many of us—the Negroes, the queers, the hairy feminists, et cetera, et cetera—do not react out of a feeling of personal injury, as if the blondeness-as-beauty standard has terrorized us. Whom does that standard terrorize more than white cis women, honestly? We have our own blondes, selling us fantasies.
Again, there is nothing shocking about a Haitian immigrant woman, welcomed into our country, a Brown graduate, and one feted by the cultural elite, hating our guts. It is the most normal thing in the world. You and I might expect gratitude from her, but no doubt anybody from Haiti--the worst country in the Western hemisphere--would fear that everybody around her is secretly looking down their noses at her. Resentment would be normal, I suppose.
Here she is repeatedly using the term “Zionist entity” last spring at a @Center4Fiction event. Neither the @newyorker nor the CFF apologized; both continue to platform many people who have spewed racist hate speech…https://t.co/rRxwSwkck8
— Emily Fox Kaplan (@emilyfoxkaplan) August 16, 2025
What is no longer shocking but remains disturbing is that our cultural elite embraces and celebrates this hatefulness. The New Yorker is the magazine that celebrates the cultural elite more than any other--if you ever want to be blown away, look at the ads in the magazine. If a single product could be afforded by a person with less than an 8-figure income, I would be surprised.
Publishing this piece and celebrating St. Felix is all about the elite telling each other that they are better than the hoi polloi. They disdain Donald Trump, J.D. Vance, and anyone who likes Sydney Sweeney, implying that they are somehow superior to us.
If I were St. Felix, I might wonder if I were merely a mascot. In fact, I would be certain of it. As she admitted, she is traumatized by working with white people--her colleagues at The New Yorker.
This whole affair, seen in a certain light, is hilarious. The elite are doing their radical chic shtick again, only this time they are not ascending cultural powers, but in the twilight of their reign.
Sydney Sweeney is not being canceled, unlike she might have been a few years ago. The cultural elite has lost its sway. The Kennedy Center is celebrating George Strait these days.
This is the Trump era. We no longer have to tolerate the St. Felix-types.
Better yet, the prigs at The New Yorker still feel they have to.
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