I’m not sure why I read this book when I’m more of an Urban Decay kinda gal makeup- and vibe-wise, a bit gothy and with absolutely zero interest in whatever effortless, is she or isn’t she, no makeup-makeup look Glossier was ever peddling. Hell, I prefer “effortful and she definitely is” - I don’t even believe in blending eyeliner, and my ideal mascara would probably be named something like Perverted Tarantula. But anywho, I read it because I love a business case study and especially one starring a woman in business, hell yes, let’s go for it! I’ll sit with it in the cafeteria and be its cool punk friend.
Unfortunately, I was very distracted throughout this entire book by a few things, predominantly the impression that damn, this author is trying to hide it, but she really hates her subject. So much so that I almost felt sorry for Emily Weiss, which, you know, I kind of resent! There is a particularly painful part right at the end when the author is more or less stalking this poor woman (dammit!) at a hotel, when she’s basically just a tired grown up mom now who wants to go feed her baby, and the author gets mad at Weiss for (wisely!!) not divulging, I don’t know, the wisdom of the entire fucking universe to this tenacious, entitled reporter who clearly dislikes her? Plus - Weiss was the CEO of a makeup company, not, say, Apple. Even if you did have any right to expect her to trustingly spill her guts to you, let’s have some perspective. She didn’t revolutionize any lives here (even though in her youthful heyday, she did, in a very Adam Neumann kinda move, talk about things like Glossier-branded apartment buildings and cars, apparently).
I came away from this book utterly unconvinced that the story of Glossier was any more interesting or revolutionary than that of many other beauty brands throughout history, including and especially ones made by and for people of color. Madam C. J. Walker, anyone? Hell, give me a history of Miss Jessie’s! I also came away from the book without feeling as though the author differentiated Glossier from other brands that have had huge (and way more enduring) popularity surges. It came off seeming more like a fad.
Another problem with this book was that the history of Glossier, and Weiss herself, was also just, well, all pretty fucking dull? Or at least not as interesting as the existence of a book might warrant. How surprising is it that a rich, attractive white woman from Connecticut did a bunch of free internships in the fashion industry and then talked people into giving her funding to start a beauty line? It’s like Weiss is a less fascinating, less visionary, more sane, more banal, less illegal Elizabeth Holmes. And how surprising is it that a makeup brand like Glossier, founded by someone like Weiss, was a horrible, retrograde, superficial, not to mention racist, Mean Girls place to work? (There also isn’t a whole lot about this in the book.)
I didn’t know anything much about Glossier going into this read because, like I said, I’d truly prefer prison makeup when push comes to shove, but I thought there would be A Lot More Going On and I agree with the critique that this could have been an article, and/or a meta memoir about some kind of authorial existential crisis.