The Weekly Spill #14

new year, new beans, old bathtub

Happy New Year Divas!! I might be 12 days late, but it’s the thought that counts. My resolution is to not accidentally take another month-ish long break from publishing this newsletter. Oopsie! I know the wait was hard on all of you, so I’ll just get right into it. Here are all of the things I haven’t been able to stop thinking about:

• Madonna’s Celebration Tour: Last month, I was able to get a last minute ticket to the first night of the North American leg of Madonna’s Celebration Tour. Once we entered the Barclays Center, we were all operating on Diva Standard Time, and that was totally fine. She can start the show at 11pm, she’s Madonna.

  

  The concert is fantastic, her catalog is so amazing and so vast that she can’t even get to all of her hits. If you can get a ticket, go. It’s worth it to get to see a living legend and the blueprint for every pop girl performing today.

• Parker Posey’s White Lotus casting announcement + an update: It is hard to think of a more perfect casting choice. I am so ready for a Parker Posey renaissance. A Posaissance? We have time to workshop that.

  

  As I promised in my Thanksgiving newsletter (you can still go read it because Thanksgiving is literally made up and you can be thankful year round) I watched House Of Yes (1997). This is me reporting back. The movie is so strange, but it has that sort of sinister rich people vibe that White Lotus does perfectly. Incredibly weird, but never boring. Proof that Parker Posey can make anything fun, even incest!

• Trisha Paytas watching Yentl (a hypothetical concept): this is one of those things that popped into my head a while ago and now it’s stuck. I can’t stop thinking about this. We cannot let her know about that movie. She would become obsessed. We would get covers of “Papa Can You Hear Me?” in some sort of Trisha-as-Barbra-as-a-man drag. She would most likely find some way to change the words to make them offensive. Between it being a musical, Judaism, and Mandy Patinkin’s nude swimming scene, I fear it has all of the elements of something Trisha would love. We must keep it away from her. This is eating my brain. I apologize if you have asked me anything serious recently, because I have been busy pondering this. I simply can’t focus on anything else.

• Saltburn: Cinema is back, baby!! This movie has been discoursed to death at this point, so I will spare you a full review. First, I must give my upmost thanks to Emerald Fennell for making films that are fantastic litmus tests. Promising Young Women is a great one for finding terrifying men in your life, and Saltburn has proven helpful in identifying boring people. Seriously, I know some of you have done things that are equally as gross, and the fake outrage makes you look lame.

  Side note: do we forsee this inspiring Midsummer Night’s Dream themed parties this summer?

• Referring to anything that you purchase as an “acquisition”: I noticed people doing this on TikTok and for some reason it is hilarious to me. The hand soap you just bought at CVS is no longer simply an everday boring item…. that’s your most recent acquisition, babe!

• Fran’s Cultured Cover: Iconic. No Notes. Acquired a copy.

  

• The Color Purple (2023): I love to see a musical that isn’t embarrassed to be a musical! I would say go see this one in a theater, because it is so beautiful and your TV is not going to do it justice. All of the performances are amazing, and I must give a special shoutout to the choreographer, Fatima Robinson. I haven’t seen dance numbers this good on screen in YEARS.

• Happy Place by Emily Henry: This was my last book of 2023, and I really loved it. At the start of the year, I was sort of iffy on Emily Henry. I liked Beach Read (but didn’t love it), and I thought The People We Meet on Vacation was pretty weak. Last January I picked up Book Lovers to read on my flight home, and ended up absolutely loving it. I was still sort of hesitant to pick up Happy Place, but I got a copy for Christmas and once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down. It firmly planted Emily Henry as my favorite romance author, and I won’t be waiting around to pick up her next book when it comes out.

• The sofa from the Jeremy Allen White Calvin Klein ad: I need to know who ended up with the sofa.

  

  That’s all for now, but I promise I’ll be back to spill some more beans next Friday! For now, go forth, acquire some acquisitions, and keep slaying.