BRETMAN ROOK
Bretman Rock speaks with an ever-present sassiness. “I love me as fuck,” he screams into the phone from his hotel room at the W Hollywood in Los Angeles, where he has been staying. Before I can respond, he adds, “You are what you believe. I believe that I’m the baaaaddest bitch, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” Rock and I are speaking over the phone from across the country, and even from hundreds of miles away, I can feel his self-assurance and positivity. I immediately decide that Rock could probably convince me to do anything. He is encouraging and witty. It’s hard not to wonder if he’s always been this confident, moving through the world with a deep understanding of who he is.
Rock’s large and loyal social following speaks for itself. At the age of nine, he was begging his mom for her email address so that he could make a MySpace page, and now at the age of 20 he is a prominent global beauty influencer. Although he got his start on Vine and YouTube,
