I know, I know: We’re all sick of “X girl summer” formulations now that various probiotic seltzer companies and tampon brands have appropriated the term—famously coined by Megan Thee Stallion—in order to get you to buy things. But allow me one final exception, if you will. Seeing Jennifer Lopez round out her summer of tour-canceling self-care and Under the Tuscan Sun–style solo Italian vacations by wearing white pants and riding bikes in the Hamptons is simply too Nancy Meyers core for words.
It’s been a turbulent few months for Lopez, as the rumors continue to swirl about the supposed breakup of her marriage to Ben Affleck, and I don’t want to romanticize her current life too much. After all, what have we learned from Nancy Meyers movies if not the pain of divorce and the exhaustion of rebuilding your life in middle age? That said, there’s something divine and deliciously Elizabeth Taylor–esque about donning a pair of pristine white trousers and taking to the narrow, winding streets of the Hamptons to ride bikes with your vocal coach while your alleged ex stays behind in Los Angeles and takes the kids to AI art camp (or whatever the children of celebrities do in the summer, I don’t know).
Granted, I would be a Jennifer Lopez stan even if she were simply renting a dingy apartment in which to rot, cry, order Postmates froyo, and watch Selling Sunset (my preferred and time-tested method for dealing with emotional turmoil). I’ve loved the woman ever since I first requested a bottle of her perfume for Hanukkah, and she can do no wrong in my eyes. But I truly love this East Coast excursion for her! All she needs now is a Diane Keaton–style turtleneck in a nice shade of eggshell, and she’ll blend right in in Amagansett.
