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Annie Hamilton is an Internet success story. The actor, Twitter influencer, and SubStack writer has mastered the art of confessional micro-comedy, broadcasting her every fumble and faceplant for a growing audience of more than 50 thousand Instagram followers. And while transforming local intrigue into widespread notoriety is no easy feat, it's a noble tradition in downtown New York—one Hamilton taps into with a deliberate but nonetheless refreshing lack of artifice and a dose of wry self-deprecation. Here, Hamilton tells CULTURED about selfie recycling, weird DMs, and texting interventions.
CULTURED: OKAY, Annie Hamilton. Let’s go.
Annie Hamilton: Alright, alright, alright.
C: What do you post.
AH: Idiotic shit, impulsively, to prove myself, is all I got.
C: Where do you take your best selfies?
AH: In Los Angeles. I haven’t been in a year and a half, so I’m recycling old ones. Like the story I just posted. I didn’t have bangs then, but my hair has clips in it so I figured I might get away with it. It's cus my brain changes there…I can pucker my lips with less shame. And my friends have nice homes there with pretty mirrors and trees.
C: Very. What’s the most recent Internet rabbit hole you’ve fallen into?
AH: Uh, I’ve been trying to find stills of Ben Affleck in Voyage of the Mimi, an educational video we watched in 4th grade where he’s checking out ruins and guzzling salt water.
C: What was the most recent time you felt embarrassed?
AH: I was embarrassed walking out the door in leggings this morning. It felt too sexual.
C: Leggings are for people who travel for work.
AH: Leggings are for desperate horny singles. I mean WEAR SWEATPANTS.
C: Who do you stalk?
AH: I stalk the partners of my exes.
C: Who do you block?
AH: I block meanies. And I block men who have hurt me lol. :/
C: Craziest DM you’ve ever received?
AH: I get long-ass confessions. And I love it. Also this was a message I didn’t appreciate: "I’m writing a feature about the The Aesthetic of Extremely Online Jewish Femininity, or, in other words, Jewish women shit-posting, sometimes (or always) with their tits out. Happy to send more info via email, but lmk if you’d be interested!"
C: What are your last 3 Google searches?
AH: HAHAHAH. It was me Googling me. I can’t believe it. I forgot I did that last night. It’s not like an EVERYDAY thing, ok. What if I was like: Female composers, Lacan, Ted Hughes?
C: You could’ve. You still can.
AH: I was Googling movie times. So that’s worse. One Fine Day, Dr Strangelove, and Death to Smoochy. I’m not a film bro, I promise.
C: Ok, what are some accounts we should all follow?
AH: Oh, great q. I like seeing what Meetka’s up to and—I mostly post and check stories and don’t scroll the feed cus otherwise I lose my mind—but Sinna Nasseri, the photographer. He’s so talented.
C: What’s your white whale? Something you’ve been scouring the Internet for forever?
AH: Bonnets and ladylike ribbons for the neck. Am I taking too long to answer these? Sorry, I know I go on and on. Hold your tongue, Hamilton. My mom has an intervention with me once a week about my texting style. She says I can’t keep pounding send.
C: Talk to me about blue checks.
AH: I want one and got declined, which makes sense bc I have 0 body of Googleable work. ❤️
C: 2-step verification.
AH: What the hell is that? My passwords keep me grounded. They’re all the names of my enemies or childhood mishaps. lol.
C: Trolls.
AH: They hurt my feelings and I see everything everyone posts on my profile or DMs me ever. HAHAHAH, Jesus.
C: Thirst traps.
AH: Good from far, far from good.
C: Tumblr?
AH: Never had one, I was on blogspot using my words.
C: Revenge posts.
AH: What post isn’t a revenge post.
C: Describe your audience in three words.
AH: Young manic women.
