Neon Poppy Magazine

MAY 2023

IN FULLEST BLOOM

THE WOMEN ARE SMART. THE MEN ARE SINCERE.

WHAT IS ‘NATURAL BEAUTY’ ANYWAYS?

How Emily Henry cracked the modern romance novel.

Working in the wellness industry did not make me well.

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IN THIS ISSUE FEATURED: WELLNESS What is “Natural Beauty” Anyways?: Working in the Wellness Industry Did Not Make Me Well Ling Ling Huang via The Cut

FEATURED: POP CULTURE The Women are Smart. The Men are Sincere: An Interview with Author Emily Henry Allison P. Davis via Vulture

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Make It Any Less Necessary.

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WORKING IN THE WELLNESS INDUSTRY DID NOT MAKE ME WELL.

BY LING LING HUANG VIA THE CUT

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PAI NTI NG : G EO RDANNA CO R DE RO I L LUSTRATI O N: M EJO RAN A A RT

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hen I first began working in the clean-beauty and wellness space, I didn’t know what I was stepping into — or, rather, onto: The store

was built on a bed of rose quartz, I learned in my second interview, for its medicinal properties of self-love. That was the first sign this was no ordinary retail job. I wasn’t going to be selling the many beautiful vials that lined our shelves but the intoxicating promise of becoming your best self. This was almost six years ago, before the words clean beauty or wellness were ubiquitous and interchangeable.

Working in this space raised a lot of questions for me. Attempts to answer them turned into my debut novel, Natural Beauty. My book has been called many things, including speculative fiction, literary fiction, and body horror. But, for me, it is sheer fantasy — the fantasy of escaping the performance of gender and the constant appearance labor our hypercapitalist society expects us to maintain.

The book’s title stems from a fascination with the term.

Together, the phrase natural beauty acknowledges that those at the top will always be those who were born there, people for whom everything comes naturally. It also catalyzes the desire and subsequent consumption of products for those of us who want to appear more fortunate. Natural beauty and its subsequent iterations (clean-girl makeup and no-makeup makeup) imply that there’s something frivolous about chasing beauty even though it’s one of the only ways women have historically been able to obtain social and economic power. Now science-backed skin care and makeup repackages appearance labor as an intellectual exercise. There’s something misogynistic and judgmental about this concealment, the sense that we should never look like we’re working too hard (how embarrassing!) on our exterior.

Natural Beauty questions the rate at which we have bought into the idea of self-care as a construct that actually serves us.

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it make anyone else who was working there well. People tried

spent the little money I made at the store where I worked on

new diets and unregulated ingestibles like fast-fashion cloth-

wellness and clean-beauty products that promised to change

ing items. I saw how quickly environmental concerns regard-

my life. I was an American doenjang girl. And can you blame

ing the purity of food sourcing could become orthorexia, which

me? Beauty is deeply tied to economic success. Why else would

one could say is a greenwashed iteration of anorexia. So many

Zoom, a videoconferencing technology used for meetings, have

product ingredient lists read like topical salads, containing food

the option of “touching up my appearance”? Technology shows

items that my co-workers and customers gladly put on their

me how I’m supposed to look while ensuring that I can get to

faces but would never put inside their bodies. One girl I knew

work faster, presumably so that I can make more money to buy

claimed she could consume only medium-rare beef and minced

the products or procedures I need in order to look more like my

carrots and eat just three days a week. I quickly realized that I

poreless online avatar.

would have to mentally protect myself from an eating-disorder relapse and that a lot of “wellness” (the goops and glugs and tonics and teas) was a way to circumvent caloric intake.

In a bizarre twist, I’d never seen my culture more represented than when I worked in the clean-beauty and wellness industry.

Where natural beauty is focused on extracting the best of the

It became clear that the objective of wellness was beauty. In

natural world, wellness often takes from other cultures. The

fact, it didn’t seem possible to be well without also, and maybe

exact same Chinese traditional-medicine products I could get

first, being beautiful. The two terms are enmeshed by design.

in Chinatown were sold at a much higher price at the store

I lived in windowless rooms slightly bigger than coffins and

where I worked. Same with Ayurvedic products and ancient

crashed on my brother’s couch during the time I was selling

Japanese items used by geishas. The difference was high-

$500 face creams to actresses. I was commuting up to four

end packaging and their availability in a location completely

hours a day, making just enough money to eat, and when I fell

divorced from connecting with the culture itself. Not having

down a flight of stairs, I hobbled around on a sprained ankle for

to go to Chinatown was perhaps worth the much higher price.

weeks because I didn’t have health insurance. But, of course, I

In this, I saw the ghost of the gig economy, which prioritizes

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extraction of work from people sans interaction. More trou-

I spent the next few years trying to put that experience into

bling was the fact that there were many cultures absent from

words. I had been conditioned, literally groomed, to think that

our shelves — ones that weren’t deemed worthy of commod-

a new face mask or the right adaptogenic tonic could solve all

ification for my mostly white and extremely wealthy cus-

my problems. These industries are so loud, and their messaging

tomers. The line between representation and fetishization is

so subtly crafted, that I had stopped being able to hear what my

remarkably thin.

actual needs were and had become completely disconnected

I have begun to think of beauty as Janus, the two-faced god who can see into the past with one face and into the future with

from my body. I couldn’t begin to care for myself because I didn’t know who that self was.

the other. The power women can yield from beauty speaks to a

Writing the main character of my novel widened my tun-

forward trajectory of our liberation, but that self-expression is

nel vision, the first of many steps I would eventually take to

so often co-opted in ways that move us back under patriarchal,

“unself,” a concept writer and thinker Iris Murdoch used “to

classist, and racist systems. My ancestors in China established

pierce the veil of selfish consciousness and join the world as it

foot-binding as a status symbol, and today in South Korea,

really is.”

women get their calf muscles surgically removed in order to have thinner legs. We’ve internalized our oppression and the idea that women have always been most beautiful when they are least mobile or functional. The beauty and wellness industries are like those magnifying mirrors, turning everything about me into a problem with a viable (and expensive) solu-

The disciplinary project of femininity is a “setup”: It requires such radical and extensive measures of bodily transformation that virtually every woman who gives herself to it is destined to some degree to fail.

The beauty and wellness industries had co-opted my attention and taken me away from “the world as it really is.” I had become my own magnifying mirror, incapable of seeing anything beyond my own reflection. Any counterpoint to the ideas these industries manufactured were out of frame.

In the years since I worked in the industry, I’ve had to create wellness on my own terms. I’ve had to rediscover my actual needs, most of which are unrelated to my exterior. My favorite ways of practicing “unself-care” are spending time in nature, writing, and playing violin. Unlike screens and storefronts, trees aren’t selling me anything or trying to change me. For as extractive as the beauty and wellness industries are, they mostly extract from us, the consumers.

From nature, I am learning how appearance is tied to functions of survival, how intelligent and self-supporting our bodies already are. I am learning how to coexist and how to be in community with others. And, most of all, I’m falling in love again with wildness. The longer I spend in brambles and liana and see the proliferation of difference nature has to offer, the more I learn to prize uniqueness over homogeneity. The wilderness

tion. The harder I tried, the uglier I felt. As feminist philosopher

doesn’t mistake sameness for belonging. Writing and playing

Sandra Lee Bartky once said, “The disciplinary project of fem-

violin are creative acts for me, and every time I do them, I chal-

ininity is a ‘setup’: It requires such radical and extensive mea-

lenge the notion the world feeds me that I am only a creature of

sures of bodily transformation that virtually every woman who

consumption. There is no “best self” with them, only constant

gives herself to it is destined to some degree to fail.”

improvement according to my own standards.

And fail I did. Not only did I still have pores, but my bank account

My interest in beauty started when I was a young girl. Now, so

and mental health were in total disarray. How could my life be

many decades later, I recognize that what I’ve always sought

falling apart when I was using all the right products and taking

from beauty is a sense of acceptance and community. For a long

a dangerous amount of supplements? I learned the hard way

time, I had mistaken sameness for belonging and thought that I

that you can consider appearance labor only when your basic

just had to keep working, that the reason I was failing at beauty

needs are met, and in this way, capitalism has created a scarcity

and belonging was because of me. But, in truth, wellness as it

that’s a distraction. Appearance labor is often a form of survival

is sold and packaged by companies today only made me poor,

for women, but it is also the very thing that chains our worth to

depressed, and ill. I didn’t fail — the wellness and beauty indus-

how we look. Another job opportunity arose, and I was thankful

try failed me.

for a reason to quit, disillusioned and disoriented.

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oon after Emily Henry

left

I was just so stressed out

Hope

College,

she

found

herself

living

back

and anxious.” She’d always preferred darker stories and in

sci-fi to explore existential ques-

Cincinnati, trapped in her first post-

tions, but suddenly she couldn’t bear

college job doing technical writing for the city’s phone-and-cable company. She’d always liked creative writing, but it seemed as plausible a career choice as her childhood dream of being a WNBA player. However, she discovered while spending her days writing company manuals and handbooks for set-top boxes that nothing makes the creative spirit bloom more than a mind-numbing job.

the darkness. She had writer’s block, so she decided to try her hand at something lighter.

“It was just my secret little thing I would go into my office and write,” she says. In the story she eventually produced, January Andrews, a millennial romance writer who can’t write, is unlucky in love and grieving the death of her father. Too broke to pay rent, she moves into the lake house he left her on the shores of Lake Michigan, where she is reunited

So she woke up early before work and started churning out a

with her college nemesis, Augustus Everett, a successful “seri-

YA novel. When it was done, she Googled agents until she found

ous literary writer” who also can’t write his next book, about

Lana Popovic Harper, who agreed to represent her. Henry wrote

survivors of a local death cult. Naturally, they fall in love (and

four books in three years, teenage coming-of-age stories full of

finish their books).

darkish magic realism. The books were well received and sold modestly, but the back-to-back pace left her feeling burned out and uninspired. “I didn’t have much more to say about teenagers at that point,” she explains, settling into her writing couch at her home in Cincinnati, legs crossed, elbows on knees; in the position of eternal adolescence.

She was also approaching 30 and found herself wrestling with the bumps and lumps of a second coming of age, one that was a lot less optimistic than her first. This was 2019. Faced with another nail-biting presidential election, and aging, and an increasingly sedentary lifestyle, Henry realized how little control she had over her world. “I was not doing great,” she says.

“I wasn’t properly medicated at the time, which was part of it.

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It’s a standard romance, but embedded in the enemies-to-lovers, small-town, and opposites-attract tropes is a not-so-subtle manifesto dressed up as smoldering banter. January and Augustus have “will they or won’t they” arguments about the merits of romance that seem to address a body of invisible, internalized critics whom Henry foresaw dismissing her novel as trash. Henry writes this rant for her heroine: “If you swapped out all my Jessicas for Johns do you know what you’d get? Fiction. Just fiction … but somehow by being a woman who writes about women, I’ve eliminated half of the Earth’s population from my potential readers, and you know what? I don’t feel ashamed of that. I feel pissed.

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An impassioned prelude to a prelude to a kiss (things burn slow

graduated and craving lighthearted, nonacademic reading,

in EmHen world), it was also Henry’s way of reassuring her-

some just depressed and seeking nourishing distractions.

self that wanting to write romance in all its sincere, vulnerable

Millennials had tried decorating with soft pink throw pillows

glory was worthy of respect. In the end, January not only gets

and basic acts of maintenance they called “adulting.” These new

the guy but learns that he’s always respected her writing, even

adults looked around and saw an inhospitable world that was

when she thought he didn’t. Even when she didn’t.

hard to manage, inhabited by people so jaded by a decade of

Although there’s a happy ending and a love story, the resulting book was a lot heavier than she expected. She meant to write something purely lighthearted, and she wound up with grief

slogging through swipes on dating apps that they’d conditioned themselves into near psychopathy instead of admitting they just wanted to spoon.

and familial betrayal and cults, but also kissing. When Henry

Amid the loneliness and disconnection and confusing sexual

started writing it, she saved the document as “Beach Read.”

politics, romance — a genre that honored big feelings and crying

She’d intended to change the title and then realized it served

jags and a nice, soft world where people were free to be corny

as a cheeky joke about “our preconceptions about the genre.”

and earnest and direct — became a balm. Once denigrated as

When Henry was done, she put the manuscript away, taking it out just once to show to Harper, who liked it but didn’t really know what to do with it. It was hard to find a place in the market for a romance that prominently features a B-plot about a death cult.

A lot can happen in a two-year span. Henry went on Zoloft and started to feel better, and the pandemic forced millions inside, where they began losing their minds in their own unique ways.

Among the trapped were a legion of Gen-Zers, some recently

a guilty pleasure for the desperate, horny housewife, to GenZers, romance wasn’t embarrassing at all. In fact, they loved it.

And when Beach Read finally came out in May 2020, those young readers put their hearts in Henry’s hands. She has since sold 2.4 million books collectively and spent a cumulative 145 weeks on the New York Times best-sellers list. Two of her books, Book Lovers and People We Meet on Vacation, were recently optioned for films. Her fourth romance novel, Happy Place, comes out next month. She’s already working on her fifth.

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It wasn’t until after she began writing Beach Read that Henry started reading more romance: research, mostly, to find her place in it. Romance is a parachute-size genre, big enough to fit any and all desires. Within that vastness, it splits off into many branches, the biggest of which are contemporary romance, historical romance, and paranormal romance.

Henry’s own journey started with Sally Thorne’s The Hating Game and soon discovered Helen Hoang’s The Bride Test and Jasmine Guillory’s The Wedding Date. The books are fun and frothy, but they also deal with “real stuff,” she says. The writers can ruminate on illness or death or grief or other heavy aspects of life so long as they have the safety net of a happily ever after.

And because they aren’t set in Regency England, love, sex, and power dynamics play out in a way that feels, if not applicable, at least aspirational. The characters’ problems are familiar, they look like people in the world (i.e., some of them aren’t white, straight, or thin), and they have jobs and cell phones and listen

Love and respect actually do go hand in hand and I’m not sure that’s something that was modeled much in our media growing up.

“Love and respect actually do go hand in hand,” Henry says, “and I’m not sure that’s something that was modeled much in our media growing up. There was even that whole craze where they were like, ‘Women need love, and men need respect.’ I need both, and if I’m choosing, I maybe even need respect more.”

to Miley Cyrus and talk about their IUDs and antidepressants

Henry writes in familiar tropes, respectfully, whether in People

and consent. It isn’t for everyone, but it was exactly what Henry

We Meet on Vacation (city girl, friends to strangers to lovers,

needed, and what she realized she was writing.

opposites attract, forced proximity, there’s only one bed) or

These stories go on to declare that this is not their mother’s romance. In some cases, though, it is. What it isn’t is their mother’s attitude toward romance. These new readers don’t need to be convinced it’s okay to read about love. Leah Koch, the co-owner of the Ripped Bodice, a Los Angeles–based romance bookstore, points out that the “collective consciousness of misogyny in general” has created a better environment for romance. “People have a better understanding of how previous societal attitudes about romance were rooted in misogyny,

Book Lovers (enemies to lovers, fish out of water, small town) or Happy Place (second chances, fake engagements, forced proximity, there’s only one bed). “It’s a translation of a translation of a good rom-com,” explains Maddie Caldwell, an editor who runs a popular romance book club at Word Bookstore in Greenpoint.

Henry’s not trying to subvert these tropes, just wink at them.

Caldwell understands the appeal of the relationships Henry creates. “They’re really respectful. They’re really non-confrontational and unproblematic.”

as opposed to, say, discussions of quality,” she says. “So more

That ideal is a throwback to the rom-com virtues of yore, when

and more women in general — not only women, but for the most

foreplay wasn’t an obstacle-free rush to hit the sheets. In an

part — are feeling, I think, more comfortable reading romance

EmHen book, there won’t be a random blowjob on page 25, I

more widely, discussing romance more widely, and giving less

learned after reading her books, because you have to emotion-

of a shit about other people’s opinions.”

ally earn the blowjob. For the hard-core romance readers, the

In an EmHen book, the men not only have voices that “undo your spine like a zipper,” they don’t just growl “You fucking undo me” right before they bone, they also go to therapy and get on meds, even if they are from hardy midwestern families.

When a new romance reader comes into the Ripped Bodice, someone who has encountered Henry and is looking for more, Koch will ask for a distillation of what it is they liked about her books. Is it the banter? The steady, nice men who see a therapist? “Books where the hero goes to therapy are people’s favorite,” says Koch. “When I hear gaggles of people who come into the store, someone has read the book and they’re like, ‘Oh

dearth of explicit sex can be an annoyance — sex is part of what they come to romance to luxuriate in. (“I will say, as a romance reader, I do think that sometimes falling more into the gray area between romance and relationship fiction, it can get a little bit frustrating,” says Caroline Green, a.k.a. @salty_caroline_reads, a San Antonio BookToker. Emily Henry isn’t who she goes to for sex.) Koch insists that these relationship-forward books don’t indicate Gen Z doesn’t like a horny erotic novel, but, she points out, even readers fresh off Fifty Shades of Grey tend to say what they liked most about the book was the intricate details of a relationship they might want for themselves.

my God. You have to read this. The hero is so cute. He’s such a

For Henry, the choice is in part about trying to avoid the trap

cinnamon roll’” — a term borrowed from fan fiction that means

of the blasé “smart cool woman” who’s “allowed to be horny”

the male love interest is “really sweet, but he’s not a pushover.”

but isn’t allowed to mix horniness with romanticism. She still gets uncomfortable when she has to go over the mechanics of

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a sex scene in detail with the copy editors, she says. What Henry excels at, though, is the buildup before the sex: Foreplay begins by making sure your values align and evolves with every step, with every date, with every first kiss, with every boundary clearly set.

Then comes the yearning, the heatfilled kisses before you wait to retrieve a condom. There are often conversations about birth control in Henry’s sex scenes because she likes to have at least one “levelheaded character.”

It’s a romance that has to be safe before it can be passionate. Henry’s books are full of people who are messy and know they need to deal with it before they can be good partners. And while the books might seem a little prudish in their adherence to no assholes, no volatility (isn’t the sex better in books where toxic assholes roam free?), this offering of normal and supportive love is its own kind of radical. Love, as Henry presents it, is sturdy, long-lasting if cared for correctly, a low-grade constant warmth versus a hot, devouring flame. “Love, after all, was often made not of shiny things

Sex and the conversations that sex leads to or that happen during sex, or the embarrassment that can come with having sex with someone for the first time is an important part of the story.

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but practical ones. Ones that grew old

In her Cincinnati living room, as the

and rusted only to be repaired and pol-

light shifts from early-afternoon gray to

ished,” she writes in Beach Read.

late-afternoon gray, Henry puts down

“I can imagine reading that for the first time feels exciting,” says Caldwell. “If romance is anything, it’s a rubric for female autonomy and having a space to say what you want and see what you want written about in a meaningful way.

So I can see how, for young readers, that would be a really exciting proposition because they’re kind of trying to evaluate what a healthy relationship looks like.”

glasses of water for both of us and offers me a Clif Bar from a jar of them. The glasses, which are adorable and vintage like everything else in her home, were a Christmas gift from her husband. “This sounds depressing, but you know that thing of getting older where your presents become really practical and you’re like, Oh hell yeah!” That’s the kind of thing a Henry male love interest would absolutely do: build a table, buy the right glasses, remember to get blueberry ice cream for his beloved.

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Where do we learn to love? For Henry,

almost guilty over how much she loves

if it does deliver on the genre’s promise.

her philosophy of love came from watch-

their life together. “It’s so great to have a

The love will sneak up on you. “I think

ing her parents read. When she and her

partner where we go to opposite ends of

there are still so many people out there

brothers were kids, they would read to

the house and just work all day long and

who don’t know that they would love

them every night, sitting in the hallway

leave each other alone and then after-

romance novels,” she says. “I’m just try-

between their bedrooms. “My dad would

ward be like, ‘And now we can pick out

ing to trick people into reading them

do all the character’s voices,” she says.

what we’re going to watch or what board

because their lives are going to be better

“He still does that for my mom. She’ll fall

game we’re going to play.’”

for it. That’s my big master plan.”

asleep with her CPAP machine on, and he’ll be reading loud enough for her to hear it,” she adds, casually tossing out the most devastatingly romantic act I’ve heard in some time.

Although

Henry

is

seemingly

well

adjusted enough not to struggle with giving and receiving love, she did struggle with the more overt aspects of being a woman who desires and has feelings.

Henry grew up in Kentucky and Ohio

“You thought to be smart, you should

with two older brothers who instilled in

like things that are basically marketed

her a tenacity to prove herself, always.

toward men. If you’re not smart, then

Her mother and father worked at the

you like things that are marketed toward

phone company. She remembers a girl-

women or girls.

hood spent in freedom, reading with a flashlight in the closet after bedtime and roaming the woods pretending to be a witch and painting her face with wildberry juice until her mother blew a whistle to call her home. But she also remembers the pervasive feeling in the ’90s that “girlhood was just embarrassing,” she says. “Womanhood was embarrassing, desire was embarrassing, and you weren’t supposed to feel any of that, engage with any of that. And liking things that were deemed traditionally ‘feminine’” — air quotes — “was not cool.”

Her family moved to Cincinnati when she was in high school, where it took her more time than she’d care to admit to make a group of friends. She did, though they were mostly boys. She describes herself as someone who “just kept breaking her own heart over and over” by finding someone with the “worst problems” and offering them her whole heart. That ended when, at 18, she met her husband, a touring musician. They started dating while she was in college, and eventually she moved back home to end their many years of long distance. “We met when we were babies, but we dated for a long time before we got married. I highly advise it because we were totally different people from when we started dating.” Now she’s M AY 20 23

A Highly Subjective Ranking of the Emily Henry Romantic Oeuvre:

I really unfortunately did buy into that until college.” She got to college and made a group of girlfriends who liked rom-coms and makeup, and that helped her stop feeling insecure. But it wasn’t until she started writing and reading romance that she began to reconsider her relationship to love and sex, and her “puritanical” relationship to romance in general. “Sex and the conversations that sex leads to or that happen during sex, or the embarrassment that can come with having sex with someone for the first time,” she realized, was an important

1. People We Meet on Vacation (2021): Poppy and Alex are the new When

Henry’s next book, Happy Place, will be

Harry Met Sally …, two BFFs who find they may be more than friends when their vacation turns into a total disaster. Copies sold as of March 11, 2023: 1,039,009

released in hardcover and has sprawling

2. Happy Place (2023): On a trip to

intersecting story lines. She takes out

Maine with their college friends, a recently split couple so convincingly pretend to still be engaged that they fall back in love.

part of the story.

the big corkboard she used to plot it out and tries to explain the system she used, struggling to remember which color cor-

3. Beach Read (2020): Two depressed

away from the genre. She uses flashbacks

authors in a slump challenge each other to finish writing their books but get distracted by how much they want to make out with each other. Copies sold: 728,045

and an ensemble of friends that each have

4. Book Lovers (2022): A cutthroat

clearly defined trajectories. While it does

New York City literary agent agrees to spend the summer in a small town with her pregnant sister. She runs into a grumpy (but secretly soft) book editor she hates, and their professional beef soon turns into a sweet Hallmark-movie romance.

Copies sold: 635,312

responds with which timeline. It’s a book that seems to be taking Henry further

focus mostly on Harriet (Harry) and Wyn, a recently separated couple who pretend to still be engaged during a friend-group trip, it’s not necessarily a book that will lift you out of your romantic gloom, even

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