The extent of my political activism is taunting @realDonaldTrump on Twitter. But now that things have gotten real, I know that complaining and tweeting aren’t going to do a damn thing. It’s time to make our voices heard. The Women’s March on Washington (and New York City, L.A., London, Seattle, and everywhere else!) was a historic game changer. Hundreds of thousands of people, really cool signs, pink pussy hats, and even Pedro Pascal from Narcos!
The March revved us up to get involved and take a stand—but what do we do now? If you want to know, like I do, exactly how to affect change, here are some excellent ways to get started:
The organizers of the Women’s March have a solid game plan: 10 actions in the first 100 days of the presidency. Action 1: Write a postcard to your senator making it clear where you stand on issues that matter to you. (In my case that’s healthcare, and um, everything?) Go to the Women’s March site, and enter your zip code to find your senator’s address. You can even download a postcard and print it out. It couldn’t be easier. A new challenge will be announced every 10 days, so stay tuned…
Think of this as an activist advent calendar. Sign up to get a text every day suggesting something concrete that you can do. Here’s one: “Urge your senator to oppose modern-day robber baron Steven Mnuchin as Treasury Secretary.” They not only give you the number to call, but also the backstory, and even the correct pronunciation of Mnuchin’s name (muh-NOO-chin).
If a petition here gets 100,000 signatures in 30 days, it will be reviewed, put in front of the right policy experts at the White House and given an official response. What does that mean, or achieve, exactly? I have no idea, but it’s better than just tweeting at Trump. And it couldn’t be simpler: Just log on, sign in, and done! (I signed the petition demanding that Trump release his tax returns. You should too.)
Here are my favorite excuses for not going to the Museum of Modern Art:
1. Admission price ($25, ouch)
2. Midtown is a pain
3. So many tourists
But here are better reasons to go: When I’m there, I remember why I pay up to live in this city, and I realize how just being around great art can be a transformative, mind-blowing experience. That’s how I felt when I saw Francis Picabia: Our Heads are Round so Our Thoughts Can Change Direction.
Go before it’s too late (it closes March 19). Picabia was a wildly talented badass French painter who worked at the same time (from around 1911 through the 1940s) as a bunch of his much more famous artist pals like Man Ray and Marcel Duchamp. Picabia’s style bounced around from Cubism, to Dada, to kitschy pinup paintings. He was a master of reinvention and originality, and had an awesome I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. The guy was way ahead of his time.
Here’s a painting/collage he did in the 1920s—made with matchsticks, coins, hairpins, and lash curlers (zoom in on her eyebrows).
I’m not the only one who comes to MOMA for inspiration. Celebrity hairstylist Mark Townsend (Marie Claire’s 2017 Image Maker Award winner) told me how he gets ideas for hairstyles by wandering around the van Goghs and Pollocks:
“MOMA is like my church. Looking at a Jackson Pollock painting actually inspired an updo I did on Elizabeth Olsen. An abstract work of art can inform how I do hair—the texture, the movement of it. This painting looks incredibly chaotic, but there’s so much control involved. In the same way that an effortless hairstyle is really all about precision.”
I’m pretty over-the-top with my skin-care routine, but hey, it’s worth it if you don’t want to look and feel like an old leather bag, especially in the wintertime. Here’s my double moisturizing strategy from the neck down: First, slather a lightweight body lotion all over, then put a richer cream over that—just on super-parched shins, heels, elbows, and forearms. Step 2 is the OCD part, but I swear it gives you baby skin.
Here’s the combo I use:
There’s no fragrance, parabens, or any other bad BS in this Skinfix stuff, and it’s loaded with really good natural ingredients. So lube up, baby!