POEM #11
Sofia Coppola’s 2006 adaptation of Marie Antoinette was a confectionary mood-board-as-film brought to life with montages of feel-good moments. Except it’s not a feel-good story because she is not a hero. You could call it a coming-of-age story hurtling toward a tragic end. Except no one calls it tragic because she is not a victim. The shoes, the cakes, the gowns, the music. How unserious. Marie probably never even said the infamous line. (In 2024, a TikTok creator faced backlash after posting a video of her before the Met Gala dressed as Marie Antoinette and posing with this quote from the soundtrack, leaving out the “I would never say that” that followed.) It’s possible to feel solidarity for a fictional depiction of a real person, a once-girl turned woman at the mercy of other people’s politics and projections. One thing I started to notice as I’ve gotten older is that the number of people in my life who don’t or can’t have sugar have exponentially increased. Everything’s coming up Coke Zero and sugar is the new devil. So one day, when I got sick of it, I bought a box of pink sprinkled donuts and ate them in my 500 square foot condo. (Not all in one sitting, I’m not completely devoid of reason.) And I’d do it again and again.
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