I am currently wiping a smudge of mineral oil off a 155-milliliter beaker while David V.K. stares at me with a look that suggests I have just committed a minor war crime against chemistry. David is a sunscreen formulator, a man who spends 85 percent of his life thinking about the refraction of light and the stability of avobenzone, yet today we aren’t talking about SPF ratings. We are talking about why his Instagram feed looks like a graveyard of high-definition sincerity. He’s spent the last 35 minutes trying to take a ‘spontaneous’ photo of his lab setup, moving a single pipette five millimeters to the left, then five millimeters to the right, chasing a version of messiness that feels honest. It is a grueling, clinical approach to being casual, and it makes me think about the tourist I met two hours ago near the train station.

The Performance of ‘Local Expertise’

I gave that tourist the wrong directions. He asked for the cathedral, and I pointed him toward the industrial district with a confidence that I didn’t actually possess. I did it because I wanted to look like a local who knew his city by heart. I didn’t want to be the guy fumbling with a map or admitting he’s lived here for 15 years and still can’t find the North Star. My performance of ‘local expertise’ was more important to me in that moment than the poor man actually reaching his destination. It was an authentic-looking lie, served with a smile that I had practiced in the mirror of my own self-image. This is the rot at the center of our modern sincerity: we are so obsessed with the aesthetic of being real that we’ve lost the ability to actually be it.

The Trap of Anti-Performance

David V.K. finally snaps the photo. He looks at the screen, sighs, and deletes it. ‘It looks too much like I’m trying,’ he says, which is the most honest thing he’s said all morning. He is caught in the trap of the anti-performance performance. In the world of skincare formulation, there is a massive push for ‘clean beauty,’ a term that means 45 different things depending on who is trying to sell you a 125-dollar face oil. To David, clean beauty is mostly theater. He knows that a product containing 5 preservatives is often safer and more stable than a ‘raw’ botanical blend that turns into a petri dish of bacteria in 15 days. Yet, the market demands the theater. They want the story of the hand-picked lavender, even if the lavender was actually processed in a massive vat in a factory that smells like burnt rubber and industrial floor cleaner.

This demand for sincerity creates new, more insidious forms of inauthenticity. We have reached a point where we can smell a marketing campaign from 5 miles away, so the marketers have pivoted. They now sell us the ‘unfiltered’ look. They sell us the shaky camera, the grainy film stock, and the captions that start with ‘I wasn’t going to post this, but…’ It is a calculated vulnerability designed to bypass our defenses. It’s like a sunscreen that claims to be ‘invisible’ but leaves a white cast that everyone can see except the person wearing it. We are all wearing the white cast of our own projections.

I think about the mechanics of trust. When I misled that tourist, I wasn’t being malicious; I was being insecure. Authenticity is often used as a shield for insecurity. We perform the ‘real’ version of ourselves because the actual version feels too mundane or too messy to be of any value. David V.K. believes that the only way to be truly authentic in his field is to admit that science is boring. It involves 255 repetitions of the same test. It involves failure. But failure doesn’t get 555 likes. Failure doesn’t move units. So he performs a version of science that is ‘inspired’ and ‘raw.’

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David V.K. is now mixing a batch of mineral-based cream. He’s stopped trying to take photos. The lab smells like zinc and cold metal. He tells me that he once spent 75 hours trying to perfect a formula that ended up being completely unusable because he was trying to make it ‘natural’ instead of making it work. ‘I was performing for a ghost,’ he says. The ghost of public opinion. The ghost of a consumer who wants the truth but only if the truth is packaged in a way that feels like a sunset. We are all performing for ghosts. I performed for the ghost of that tourist’s respect, a respect I would never actually receive because he was a stranger I’d never see again. I gave him a 45-minute detour into a wasteland of warehouses because I couldn’t say ‘I don’t know.’

The Value of ‘I Don’t Know’

Why is ‘I don’t know’ the hardest thing to be authentic about? In David’s lab, there are 15 different notebooks filled with ‘I don’t know.’ Those are the most valuable things in the room. They represent the edge of his expertise, the place where the performance stops and the actual work begins. But if he were to publish those notebooks, no one would read them. They want the 5-step guide to glowing skin. They want the certainty. The irony is that the more certainty we project, the more we are usually performing. Real authenticity is hesitant. It’s 15 parts doubt and 5 parts conviction.

I wonder if the tourist found the cathedral. Probably not. He’s likely wandering near the 5th Street bridge, cursing the local who looked so sure of himself. I feel a 15-pound weight of guilt in my chest, but even that guilt feels a bit performative. Am I actually sorry, or am I just enjoying the feeling of being a ‘complex, flawed person’ who admits his mistakes in a long-form essay? It’s a hall of mirrors. You can’t even apologize without checking your reflection to see if you look sufficiently remorseful.

David V.K. hands me a sample of the new cream. It’s thick and white and honest. It doesn’t smell like lavender; it smells like 155 hours of trial and error. ‘This will actually protect you from the sun,’ he says. ‘But it won’t make you look like a movie star.’ That is the deal. That is the only real authenticity left: the thing that does what it says it will do, without the supplementary narrative of how it makes you a better person. We have turned ‘being real’ into a competitive sport. We are 15 times more likely to trust someone who looks like they don’t care than someone who is clearly trying, which only makes us try harder to look like we don’t care. It’s a feedback loop of 5-dimensional chess played against our own shadows.

Beyond Performance: Usefulness and Truth

If we were to actually be authentic, we would have to admit that most of what we do is motivated by a desperate need to be seen. David wants his sunscreen to be seen as the best. I wanted to be seen as the knowledgeable local. The tourist just wanted to see the cathedral. Only the tourist had a simple, honest goal. The rest of us were busy building cathedrals out of our own reputations. We use the language of sincerity to build walls. We say ‘I’m just being honest’ as a way to be cruel. We say ‘this is the real me’ as a way to hide the parts of us that are still under construction, the parts that David V.K. keeps in his 15 rejected notebooks.

Maybe the answer isn’t to try to be authentic at all. Maybe the answer is just to be useful. If I had been useful, I would have pulled out my phone and checked the map for the tourist. If David is useful, he makes a sunscreen that prevents skin cancer, regardless of whether the ‘clean beauty’ crowd likes his preservatives. If we stop worrying about the performance of our souls, we might actually find them sitting in the corner, 55 pounds lighter and bored out of their minds. Authenticity shouldn’t be a goal; it should be a byproduct of not being a liar. But in a world where the aesthetic of the lie is so beautiful, not being a liar is the hardest performance of all.

David turns off the centrifuge. The noise stops, leaving a 5-second silence that feels incredibly heavy. He looks at me and asks, ‘Do you think anyone actually cares if it’s real?’ I think about the 15 different ways I could answer that, all of them designed to make me sound deep. Instead, I just shrug. ‘I don’t know,’ I say. And for the first time today, I’m not performing. I’m just a guy in a lab, 5 blocks away from a cathedral I couldn’t find if my life depended on it, finally telling the truth about my own ignorance. It feels like a 35-degree breeze on a hot day. It’s not a sunset, and it’s not a movie, but it’s a start. If we are going to find our way back to anything resembling the truth, we have to start by admitting how far we’ve wandered into the industrial district, looking for a spire that was never there.