I had to have Sydney Sweeney and Beyoncé together: their asses a proxy for America's culture war: both brands in brands undressing and dressing in the fight for our headspace while their employer's stock climbs higher and higher.
When outrage juices returns.
But despite the recursive spectacle—screen-locked keyboard warriors on top of looped-screen ads—both have good genes, and both know how to sell them.
(And of course, I had to have Rainey Qualley after choosing Margaret despite the letter Q grossly limiting my options. The hotter yet cooler one, less castable than her quirky, crazy-eyed sister but more photogenic. Millie Bobby Brown is a good touch: a symbol of accelerated branding (only 21) to layer in with the theme.)
