25. The…Monday in Me
Adding more from the last week or so!
Hi, Barbies!
Yes, I saw it! Here’s, as promised, the outfit:
I loved it. I actually just recorded a podcast about how much I loved it and the movies it reminded me of, which you can listen to now!
I know I do not have some sterling, unique take on this film and its cultural commentaries and consequences, so I am just laying some of my favorite relevant tweets at your (hopefully shoed, you know how I am) feet:
Once again, thank you for reading “The Fucking Drummer.” I have now added a playlist based on this post that you will enjoy even if you’re not an unrepentant drummerslummer like your girl:
23. The Fucking Drummer
NOW UPDATED with a playlist (available on Apple Music here) themed around this post: the unrequited, the used, the fed up, lend me your eards:
I thought this essay on obsession by
was cleansing and affirming:“Slowly do the bushy teeth of the Venus flytrap, thick as Scheana Shay’s lashes, close around its prey. Hollywood consumes yet another class of mactors before passing out professional headshots to its next batch of snacks, to beautiful, broken people who believe, without knowing they believe it, that they are the first people to have ever been young.” Madre de Dios, this
essay on Jax Taylor and Vanderpump Rules….run this boy his MacArthur Grant!
A friendly reminder that we do not fuck with Jonah Hill! He’s been accused of very violently kissing Zoey 101 star Alexa Nikolas when she was 16. And here is Crissle West from The Read (a podcast I have not missed once in about seven years) talking about the insidiousness of controlling partners (around an hour and fifty minutes in).
I am vehemently pro-strike and not just because my mother, Fran Drescher, pulled the trigger on this one. This New Yorker article highlights the paltry, paltry residuals that the cast of Orange is the New Black makes off of streaming, especially when the actors interviewed were on all, if not all seasons, involved in major plot arcs, and outlived several main characters. To chronicle just one here:
“Lori Tan Chinn, who appeared in six seasons as the inmate Mei Chang, told Time that she’d made so little on the show that she couldn’t afford the boxed sets; she considered going on food stamps, until she was cast on the Comedy Central sitcom Awkwafina Is Nora from Queens.”
This is a travesty considering Lori Tan Chinn delivers one of the funniest line reads of all time in Mickey Blue Eyes:
In news that is of vital importance to me, Hilary Duff sang “What Dreams Are Made Of” on the picket line:
And, for the Gisond-hos:
I leave you with this small moment from a recent
(#340 COUCOU CHLOE).
Love you Barbies,
TG
Oh, you have a unique take on pretty much everything.
🫶