“Today’s my husband and I’s fourth wedding anniversary, so I decided to wake up super early and make him bagels and cream cheese from scratch,” Nara Smith narrates in a recent TikTok video. The model is dressed in a sweeping black peignoir set, her hair perfectly slicked back, her cheekbones flawlessly contoured, her voice as smooth and unctuous as the olive oil she pours into her mixing bowl. She is also eight months pregnant.
Over the next few minutes, Smith documents in painstaking detail how she makes her own dough and chive-covered cream cheese, tossing the bagels into a pot of boiling water next to her trademark Mackenzie Childs teapot. At the end of the video, her husband, the model Lucky Blue Smith, enters the kitchen in a white tank top, his hair unwashed, looking far less put-together than his heavily pregnant wife. “Lucky always needs his toasted, so I did that,” she narrates. “He gave them a 10 out of 10, which is very rare. So I was very pleased with that.” She giggles as Lucky takes a bite, gazing up at him lovingly.
Smith is a model and lifestyle influencer of indeterminate age — some outlets say she is 23, others that she is 28 — who has about 2.7 million followers on TikTok (Nara did not respond to a request for comment sent to her via her agency, IMG Models). Born Nara Pellman, she is of German and South African descent, marrying Lucky in 2020. They have two children, Rumble Honey (born that same year) and Slim Easy (born 2022) and are currently expecting their third.
Lucky has been a prominent influencer for some time, reaching the apex of his fame in the 2010s Tumblr era after appearing in campaigns for brands like Marc Jacobs and Tom Ford. It hasn’t been until relatively recently that his wife has received the same level of attention, thanks to her TikTok account, where she documents her stunning maternity wardrobe, her dinner dates with her husband, and the painstakingly elaborate meals she makes for him and their two children. In one video, she wears a gown while making Cocoa Puffs from scratch; in another, she makes Lucky homemade cookies ’n’ cream fro-yo. She makes the daily drudgery of motherhood and household labor look not just easy, but impossibly sexy.
As a young, beautiful, stylish Black woman, Smith’s content is, in many respects, quite different from that of many other lifestyle “tradwife” accounts, a term used to describe an internet aesthetic promoting a return to 1950s gender roles and values. “Think rural landscapes, gingham tablecloths, farm animals, and several tow-headed children,” says Sara Petersen, the author of Momfluenced: Inside the Maddening, Picture-Perfect World of Mommy Influencer Culture. “Whiteness and mid-century ideals are often front and center in such accounts.” The popularity of the tradwife aesthetic has prompted debate over whether influencers are glamorizing a return to fundamentalist values, such as women retreating from the workplace to care for their husband and children.
Smith’s content is not overtly political, nor does it advocate for a specific agenda or demographic (unless that demographic is absurdly genetically blessed people). Yet many comments have accused Smith of using her platform to promote the tradwife lifestyle, particularly in light of the fact that her husband Lucky is Mormon and was raised in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The fact that she is a Black woman married to a white member of the Church (which barred Black people from the priesthood and the temple until 1978) also further complicates the narrative. “This is Mormon propaganda, she’s like 22 years old,” says the caption on one viral tweet of a “What I Eat In a Day” video. Another reads, “tradwife FKA twigs got yall down bad.”
The specifics of Smith’s relationship with Mormonism are unclear. Though I was unable to verify online rumors that she had converted upon marrying Smith, she has responded affirmatively to comments asking if she self-identifies as LDS, and she has obliquely referred to studying scripture and the Book of Mormon in her content. Unlike Lucky, who in September 2023 wrote a lengthy Instagram post promoting “ my testimony of [the Book of Mormon] and Jesus Christ,” she does not speak openly about what, if any, relationship she has with the Church, other than to quell others’ speculation. “It’s absolutely crazy to me that people assume they know what I believe and what my faith is, and what they assume my stance on other issues are,” she said in one December 2023 video.
Smith’s own religious affiliation aside, however, there is a well-documented history of women in the LDS church — particularly young, attractive mothers — wielding their influence to promote values that are traditionally associated with the church to a secular audience, even if they are not explicitly promoting the religion in itself.
LDS women have long been well-represented in the influencer space. Historically, they have been discouraged from seeking full-time employment, with the Church urging them to lean into roles as mothers and homemakers. Though this has changed somewhat in recent years, with more LDS women seeking work outside the home, blogging — and later, influencing — provided many women with a way to combine both traditional homemaking and journaling, a longtime tradition within the Church.
“We’re taught from an early age to document our lives, and especially when it comes to Mormon women, this whole medium is tailor-made for crafting and DIY and sewing and all of these homemaker activities,” Heather Armstrong, an ex-Mormon who became the ur-mommy blogger when she launched her wildly popular blog Dooce in 2003, told me a few years ago. (Armstrong died last year at age 47.)
Perhaps the most well-known LDS influencer is Hannah Neeleman, a mother of eight who goes by @ballerina.farm on Instagram. The former ballerina and beauty pageant winner has garnered 8 million followers by performing traditional wifedom and motherhood: she bakes bread barefoot, wears overalls in her rustic, wood-paneled kitchen, and cooks from scratch on her $30,000 AGA stove.
Like many Mormon momfluencers, Neeleman does not make religion an obvious part of her brand. But that’s not to say that the Church isn’t aware of these women’s popularity — nor is it to say that they don’t try to harness it for their own purposes. Over the years, I’ve spoken to many momfluencers who belong to the Church who have shared that they will receive emails from Church officials requesting they promote various initiatives, including their Christmas Light the World campaign; others have been known to post sponsored content for the Church, or to give away copies of the Book of Mormon in between posting about recipes and DIY projects. The Church-owned Deseret Corp., which operates both Deseret News and a book publishing company, has published books by influencers like Davis and the LDS food bloggers the Six Sisters, thus directly profiting off their platforms. (The Church did not immediately reply to Rolling Stone’s request for comment regarding its relationship with influencers.)
Even if LDS momfluencers are not explicitly promoting the Church, it is not unheard of for them to approach their professions in a way that advances both theirs and the Church’s interests — and the line between being a good representative of the faith and proselytizing on its behalf can often be blurry. This is something that frequently comes up during church meetings, says Emily January, a former Mormon and an associate professor of English at Weber State University, who studies Mormon mommy blogging as a form of activism.
“There’s this idea that if you live a good life, others will see what a good person you are, and they’ll be intrigued by how different you are and ask you about what makes you tick, or why you are so happy,” she explains. “The myth behind it is that we are shiny, happy people, that there’s a light in our eyes, and people will just see that. And then by our example, we can influence others to be more godly or religious.”
This is where the discourse surrounding Mormon tradwives gets complicated: whether they are explicitly promoting the Church or not, they are clearly promoting the allure of traditional, stay-at-home motherhood, largely to an audience that does not share these values or have the financial resources necessary to embody them (Neeleman, for instance, is married to the scion of the JetBlue fortune and is worth an estimated $400 million, which makes the fact that she has time to swan around in pinafores while making sourdough much more explicable).
Much has been written about feminists’ perverse fascination with tradwives, and how they tap into the secret fantasies of progressive working women in urban areas who fantasize about ditching their laptops and melatonin supplements and embracing a more traditional, gender-normative lifestyle. But such content also glosses over a fundamental truth: that for many women offline, patriarchal servitude is not an aesthetic performance, but their only option. Women like Smith and Neeleman have access to enough resources that they can slip off the shackles of domesticity at any moment, while “there are other women,” such as low-income mothers juggling multiple jobs, “who cannot,” says January. “And I think that gives us an unrealistic look at what it means to embrace traditional values or perform motherhood.” Of Smith in particular, she says, “she is not oppressed in the sense that women who find themselves in a situation where their husband expects to be catered to are, where they’re perhaps yelled at or worse for not performing those roles.”
There is no indication on Smith’s social media platform that her husband, Lucky, harbors such expectations: he appears to be a devoted partner, to the degree that her fans and followers regularly swoon over the affection they have for each other, expressing their desire to similarly cater to their own husbands. But it’s hard not to notice that many of the meals his wife makes from scratch are intended for him, and that he is rarely seen performing any type of domestic labor whatsoever. “It seems to be a very traditional way of looking at marriage and patriarchy,” January says. While this is not particularly unusual in most American households, where the majority of women say they bear the lion’s share of the responsibility for childcare and housekeeping, it does beg questions about why this dynamic is so appealing to Smith’s followers, who openly fantasize about a life of domestic servitude in her comments.
It is perhaps unsurprising that Smith has been widely embraced by the right as an exemplar of ideal womanhood, with her fans accusing detractors of merely being envious of her youth, beauty, and glamorous lifestyle. The right-wing Gen Z publication Evie Magazine ran not one but two stories about Smith in the past week, with one headline calling her “the ultimate TikTok tradwife.” “She has the idyllic life that Gen Z dreams of, one that older millennials can’t relate to,” blogger Nicole Dominique wrote, accusing “white, liberal women” of demonizing her out of bitterness and jealousy.
Petersen, for her part, thinks the issue with Smith’s content is not that she is using her platform to endorse regressive values. Rather, it highlights a bigger problem with the social media space for mothers in particular: that it creates “unattainable, toxic expectations for mothers in a country famously unfriendly and unsupportive of mothers.” Few wives and mothers are blessed with the cheekbones or designer wardrobe of an IMG model, or the time and resources necessary to be able to make cinnamon rolls from scratch for their husband at a moment’s notice. It’s not Smith’s fault that she has those things, but it’s somewhat troubling that a significant proportion of her following thinks that they could, if only they had the ability to devote themselves to a life of catering to others’ desires and demands.
Smith may not necessarily be proselytizing for the Church, but she is indisputably proselytizing for this lifestyle, regardless of whether or not it’s actually attainable. But in truth, that doesn’t make her much different than most other influencers on TikTok. Everyone on social media is trying to convert their audience to something, whether it’s to the benefits of an all-meat diet or a 28-day detox or quitting your job and traveling across the country in a converted van. Mormon moms, who have been trained from an early age to evangelize and speak publicly about their testimonies, are trying to convert their followers into believing they, too, can be shiny, happy, and blessed — they just happen to be better at it than others.









Romana Didulo and her followers took over a decommissioned school in Saskatchewan and painted it purple. Zander Sherman
Many of Didulo’s followers found her through her videos and other social media channels.
Didulo speaks at a protest of Covid vaccine mandates on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Feb. 3, 2022. Patrick Doyle/REUTERS
Ashley St. Germaine is a senior investigative officer with the RCMP in Regina, Saskatchewan.
Brad Miller was mayor of Richmound, a prairie town of about 120 people, when Didulo and her followers moved into the old school.Zander Sherman
After the encounters with the Kingdom, Miller sleeps with a firearm under his bed.
After Didulo and her followers moved into the old school, a fence was constructed around the property.
Didulo and several followers were arrested in 2025 during a raid on the school.Shawn Mullin/Swift Current Online


Cherry Torres, Jay Armstrong Johnson, Jimin Moon, Ryan Duncan, and Ryann Redmond Matthew Murphy*
Cherry Torres, Jimin Moon, Ryann Redmond, Jay Armstrong Johnson, and Ryan Duncan Marc J Franklin*
Christine Wonsley with her husband, Elmore (second from left), attorney Ben Crump (left), and Rev. Al Sharpton (right), during a memorial service for her son Nolan Xavier Wells.Gerald Herbert/AP
Donald Trump and FIFA President Gianni Infantino stand as Spain celebrates its World Cup victory, on July 19, 2026.
America Got the World Cup It Deserves — Good and Bad
For the past six weeks or so I’ve been having a recurring fight with my friends. The dispute is over whether or not it’s ethical to support the U.S. national team in the World Cup.
To the vast majority of people reading this article, this is an absurd question: of course you can and should support the United States Men’s National Team, you weirdo. And look, I’m with you. But despite the fact that my friends are pompous dorks who are no fun to watch the game with, the question they raise is valid: Are our national teams avatars of the administration in power, or of the people and promise of that country?
If you believe the former, then yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird to support the USMNT. In doing so, by that thinking, you’d be engaging in a sort of athletic nationalism on behalf of a country run by Donald Trump, the most corrupt president in history, who forced the Iranian national team to flee across the border immediately after the final whistle of each of their games, whose federal police have shot numerous civilians dead in the street during a brutal immigration crackdown, who has started a war and supported a genocide while covering up his close personal friendship with the most notorious pedophile in modern history.
I mean just look at him. On Sunday he waddled down onto the field to present Spain with their trophy, lingering on stage with the victorious team as they tried to celebrate. The presence of Mexican President Claudia Steinbaum and Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney did little to dilute the image of Trump standing next to his crony Gianni Infantino, grinning at all the trappings of their power, hands caressing a trophy they’d done nothing to earn, lingering well past his cue to leave Spain to their glory. This World Cup, literally, had Donald Trump’s fingerprints all over it.
And yet, this was one of the most thrilling, beautiful World Cups in recent memory. That’s America, baby — contradictions abound.
Over the past five weeks of the greatest athletic competition on Earth, we’ve seen games that will literally never leave my memory. The final, which I attended yesterday in New Jersey, was remarkably forgettable — a 0-0 draw until the 106th minute, with Spain dominating every second of play and yet unable to score, undone time and time again by their insistence on tricksy passing and the personal heroics of Argentina’s goalkeeper Emi Martinez. The rest of the tournament, however, delivered. Cabo Verde, refusing to lose until the very last moments of the first knockout round, battling back again and again against both teams that would eventually play in the final. The sheer dominance of France’s Kylian Mbappe in front of goal, scoring at will, rivaled only by the aging GOAT Leo Messi and the Norwegian warlord Erling Haaland. England’s heroic stand at the Estadio Azteca in Mexico City, 45 minutes in the rain, a man down, holding out for the win and singing “Wonderwall” with what felt like half the stadium when it ended. Off the pitch, too: the Algerian national team being welcomed with open arms by Lawrence, Kansas; Scottish braves drinking Boston dry and partying wildly with Haitian fans that overcame so much just to be at the tournament. In Mexico, of course, the World Cup was everything, and its fans threw joyous South Koreans pumped full of tequila into the air, and celebrated in the streets with opposing fans even after their hard-fought defeat to England.
For the United States, what the 2026 World Cup was — what our team was, what our fans were, what our performance as hosts was — is a reflection of two things at once: what our nation is and what it can be.
Our star striker, Folarin Balogun, was born here by accident, a citizen only because of a birthright system that our president is currently trying to erase. We have Ricardo and Giovanni and Freeman and Zendejas. We have another striker whose name is Haji, for goodness sake. I look at that team and I see the country America can be, one in which any soul born in or living within our arbitrary borders can become part of a great national project that seeks to improve the lives of everyone it can. And yet, I can also look at that team and see a reflection of what the country is, because there is an anchor around its neck. When Balogun was — albeit unjustly — suspended for a crucial match, Trump himself stepped in. Cronyism saved the day and got Balogun reinstated, but ruined the fragile harmony the team had enjoyed. On the pitch against Belgium, they came apart. Temperamental star Christian Pulisic tried to go alone and then quit, aging defender Tim Ream’s legs failed him when he needed them most, a young goalkeeper slipped and fell when he had no good options for support.
What more can you say about a team, about our country? The team is an entity that is capable of more but still has so far to go, that is vulnerable to the same forces of avarice and selfishness and fear that plague our national identity writ large.
It’s possible to end the story there, to say good riddance to another failed year and fractured team. But I think that’s a mistake. I think if you believe that you haven’t really been watching. I think that’s also why it pissed me off so much that some of my friends wouldn’t root for the U.S. Yes, we have flaws, like every country involved in the tournament. Yes, our current team management and political government are filled with morons. But if you won’t put on the shirt you’re essentially opting out of our future. We can’t wait around for a better world, a better team, a better president, before we deign to lend our support. Progress only comes from effort, from caring, from believing in something more.
One of my favorite images of the World Cup was a crowd shot of the opening match against Paraguay in Los Angeles: every race, color and creed of American there is, all covered in red white and blue. It’s corny and trite, sure. But that’s what it’s all about. That’s why we’re here. You have to believe. The U.S. won that game 4-2. In four years, we’ll be even better.