focus, I compare the lighting in the test shot on her camera with the video on my phone. Honestly, it looks spot on. I’m not surprised. Masey clearly knows what she’s doing. But to be sure, I launch a few other recent videos and watch a minute or two—one about a big Sephora sale, one about an amazing new palette, and yet another about the best long-lasting liquid lipsticks. In all of them, the lighting looks similar to the test.
I should get up and tell her she’s good to film. After all, the longer it takes for her to get started, the longer it will be before I can peel off everything she’s wearing, kiss all over her body, and leave her with a satisfied smile. But…I want to see whatever I can of Thom. I want to know for myself what the ex was like and how much she put up with.
Blah, blah, blah. Stop lying to yourself. You want to see how you stack up against the competition.
Okay, that, too.
It takes a little searching. Masey took down her Boyfriend-Chooses-My-Makeup video, but others have archived it, so with a little searching and stealth, I finally hunt it down and launch it. There’s not much to see. Thom is obviously wearing a suit. He’s got a decent set of shoulders. Probably goes to the gym.
He seems impatient and spends about two minutes on camera before he tells Masey he has to go. No goodbye. No kiss. No see you later or I love you. The douchebag just leaves.
She carries on with what I now recognize as a fake smile. The rest doesn’t matter much, so I cut it off with every intention of hauling ass down the hall and letting her know she’s good to film. I’ll see if I can help. It’s probably reactive, but I want her to know I’m on her side and I love that she’s succeeding.
But another video pops up as a new recommendation from a channel called Juiciest Tea, titled “What You NEED to Know About Masey Gee’s Humiliating Split.” It’s got twenty million views.
It’s probably all tripe and stupid, made-up nonsense, but I’d like to know what the rest of the beauty community thinks happened between her and Thom. She said very little about the split or the reasons for it, so it’s no surprise that shit starters and drama freaks would create a narrative of their own. After all, they’re after those money-making clicks.
I hate supporting this shit by giving these fucking gossips the view they want, but if I don’t, I won’t know what Masey has faced.
A man and a woman in their early twenties sit in front of a background of spilled tea with smirks on their faces. Oh, they try to pretend sympathy and shock, but I can see the glee in their eyes.
“Hey, juicy tea drinkers!” the female greets. “We’ve got a scoop for you… In case you’ve been living under a rock, Masey G., one of the it-girls of the beauty world, has just split with her longtime boyfriend, Thom Jordan.”
“Yeah.” The dude wearing a skullcap and fake lashes jumps in. “According to both, the split was amicable and something that evolved over time. But…hold up. She’s lying—to you, to me, to everyone.”
“Makes you wonder what else she’s lying about, doesn’t it?” The girl with the messy purple pixie cut and the plaid shirt casts a doubtful stare at the camera, brows raised, finger pressed to her lips.
“How do we know she’s lying?” the guy pipes up again. “Welllll, a month before the split, Thom is seen coming out of this high-dollar strip club in LA at two a.m. As you can see, he’s not alone.”
An image of a man, supposedly Thom, with his arm slung around a blonde coming out of the back of a building and emerging into an alley appears on screen.
“He’s with a woman named Betsy Main.”
“But you probably know her better as Candy Kitty.” The screen fills with an image of a woman with straight hair down past her fake boobs, pursing her utterly fake lips. She’s got on a ton of makeup, and the photo shows her more naked than not. “She’s known all over the internet for showing all the women out there how to better self-love.”
The purple-haired woman snickers. “And giving all the straight men something new to put in their spank banks. Because we know who her subscribers really are.”