It is the year of our internet 2023, and as surely as the sun rises, an internet celebrity has an apology to make. So here I am, sitting in James Charles’s Encino mansion like a pop culture priest, ready to take his confession.
Let us begin: “I don’t want to sit here and fucking mope and whine and cry, because nobody wants to hear it,” says Charles, sinking into a plush couch in his casual open living room. “I had to do a lot of thinking. Like, Okay, babe, this is your fault. No, you’re not a pedophile. No, you’re not a
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