Ain't she? Girl's swanning around like a post-ironic Yeehaw Jesus in jorts, preaching at Greenpoint's altar of hot girl hedonism while secretly curating her image tighter than a Vogue editor. One minute she's screeching about deconstructing performative femininity, next thing you know she's Instagram-storying her $400 green smoothie with three lols and two "actually it's not that deep" captions. Iconic, but also make it make sense.