White Girl Summer
Summer Greetings from the Lost Riviera!
“White Boy Summer” is back as the meme of the moment, which means nature is healing. No, it’s not a call for racial strife, so please relax. It’s just wholesome, funny internet shorthand for a return to sunny American optimism, vitalism, and yes, youthful and appealing heterosexual aesthetics. Think of it as the antidote to the poisonous, aesthetically hideous “gay race Communism” that has been the go-to media imagery since 2020, and even earlier. Obese models, forced and awkward anti-white diversity, and literally trans everything.
This month, Pride Month happened but you almost had to look closely to see it in some places! It was noticeably quieter. White Boy Summer is synecdoche for cultural victory—and everywhere it looks like maybe we are … going to win.
The first full week of summer break is over, and I did not do any of the things I always mean to do: wash and put away all the school uniforms, organize all the closets, and clean out every drawer. Summer just hit us like a wall and I was just trying to keep up with the sudden pile of wet swim suits and the three-meal-a-day slog of having five kids in the house all day.
But I was buoyed all week by the steady drumbeat of wins for our side.
Here are just a few:
Biden is flailing but Trump is ascendant with Based Zoomers.
A CBS News poll revealed what we already know, which is that most people hate illegal immigration are down to deport ‘em all.
NASA’s Boeing DEI space ship springing more leaks than the Titanic, while SpaceX’s big black meritocratic rocket nailed its fourth test flight.
Merit built this. 
DEI hires built this. (Note: I’m not glad that the NASA-Boeing spaceship is a dud. But this multi-decade trainwreck is just more proof of concept that America’s bureaucratic wheels are too rusted to do great things anymore and the solo American entrepreneur is who will take up the slack and keep us afloat as our superstructure decays. I just hope Elon decides to get into commercial aviation before our newest DEI pilots start crashing planes into the ocean.)
Elon secured his bag despite the fully longhoused Delaware Chancery Court, and more.
Last year, the Dodgers hosted Pride Night and invited the gang of perverts that calls themselves the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence: fat gay pedophiles who dress in full nun drag. Last night was Pride Night at Dodger Stadium, and guess what? No Sisters!
Finally, I walked into J.Crew and saw their new throwback campaign. It was like going back in time to the halcyon days of 2012. Back when models were allowed to look like this:
We may not be all the way back yet, but it feels like we just might be on the way.
There are only 143 rioting days until Election Day. Stay frosty, friends!
Whither “Right Wing” Art?
In other news, I also somehow managed to get a little bit of writing done last week between bouts of housewifery.
My latest for The American Mind is on what I think is the true, hidden obstacle to producing art and content from right-wing creators: the dearth of tastemakers with clout on our side.
I was asked to write this as a response to Spencer Klavan’s excellent essay on taste, which you should also read. This topic is one that is constantly at the forefront of discussions I have with friends in this world, and solutions are forthcoming.
“No really healthy artistic culture can flourish without a discerning public or a patronage class with taste,” Klavan writes. “If you want donors to fund enterprises that will create, publicize, and reward achievement in the arts, you need people who know what that is.”
Recollections may vary on whether Lady Ballers or Normal World or The Sound of Freedom are the products of people who know what that is. Some of the hits on the Right have made a ton of money, yes. That is a good sign! The audience is hungry. They are starving. It’s time to give them a proper meal.
And if you are waiting for existing media companies to take back “art” or “culture” or “entertainment” in any meaningful sense, you will grow very old waiting.
Which is why some of us are done whining and done waiting for a rich donor or a phone call from Jeremy Boreing. We are going it alone. “F—k it, I’m building it anyway,” Max Fischer announces in Rushmore. Yes. Exactly.
Monday a new piece of mine will appear in the Federalist on the startling Pew poll that shows that 40% more Trump voters believe people should prioritize marriage and babies than Biden voters do. A truly stunning cultural divide:
Our political opponents are committing self-extinction, folks. Is it any wonder we’re winning. Progressive DINKs, anti-natalist girlbosses, and polyamorous weirdos down bad, trad wives to the moon!
We’re Back—And So Is Our Queen
Kate’s back. She’s alive. And she’s never looked better, frankly. I’m not sure how one emerges from cancer and ongoing chemotherapy and looks this much like a snack, but I’ll have what she’s having:
All right, that’s enough for today. Lots more on the way— please subscribe so you don’t miss it!
Thanks for reading!
—Peachy
“There are only 143 rioting days until Election Day. Stay frosty, friends!” That’s the best line on Substack in a very long time — I (truly) laughed out loud.
Synecdoche: Cool word.