Happy Sunday! First, let me apologize for being MIA the last couple of weeks. Life got crazy, but we’ll just call that my Summer break. I’m back now, I promise! So much has happened in the interim: I turned 27, my mom came to visit me, the Olympics started, Trump was shot, Kamala fell out of the coconut tree and now we are all existing in the context of a Brat-themed political summer. It’s a lot. I’ve got many a bean to spill, so without further ado…. here are all of the things I can’t stop thinking out:
Bang update: I wanted to update everyone up top on my bangs because I posted on notes from the chair of my hairdresser, but realized I never followed-up to let everyone know how they turned out.
To say my haircut was chaotic would be a massive understatement. I can’t get into all of the details, but to give you a taste of the vibes—club remixes of Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” made up about 50% of the salon playlist and the stylist had positive things to say about Jan 6th. For the record, I didn’t bring that topic up. That information was just given to me as if it were a conversation about the weather. Chaotic as it was, my bangs turned out okay!
Twisters: A perfect fun, dumb, summer action blockbuster… the movies are back, baby! Like every other woman and gay man on the internet, Glenn Powell and his rain-soaked white shirt and cowboy hat has bewitched me. An overlooked detail is that his character is canonically an Arkansan. Sorry to everyone else in Tornado Alley, but we won this one. The Tornado Wrangler belongs to us.
Gotta admit that Twisters was not high on my anticipated films list, but it’s the most fun I’ve had in a theater in a hot minute. Have a couple of drinks before and go with an equally chaotic friend. I saw it in IMAX, but the videos of the 4D experience did give me a little fomo.
Beyoncé in archive Thierry Mugler: I’ve been waiting to see her in this iconic Spring 1992 look since Cowboy Carter was announced and we started getting the western looks from Beyoncé. We were finally blessed with the look in this amazing photo. Amen. Hallelujah. Yee-haw.
Yellowface: This book sat on my shelf for months, and I really regret not picking it up last year when everyone was talking about it. The book is a darkly comedic satire about the literary world, social media, racism, and cultural appropriation.
If you like books with problematic, flawed, unhinged, and unreliable main characters this is the book for you. Being in her mind (it’s written in first-person) was an insane experience. At points, reading this book gave me the same anxiety that watching Shiva Baby (2020) did. Which I think speaks to R.F. Kuang’s talent writing-wise, but I don’t know if that made for an enjoyable reading experience.
Most reviews for Yellowface tend to be love-it-or-hate-it, but I think I fall in the middle. It has some flaws, but it’s also a deliciously wild romp that stirs conversation about complex and real issues. If that sounds like your thing, I would recommend checking it out.
This TSA tray accessories shoot for HighSnobiety: I’m obsessed with these. I think it’s a genius shoot concept. It feels totally fresh, and I could see these kinds of chaotic “what’s in my TSA tray” pictures becoming a trendy addition to travel photo dumps. Reminder: you can take your tray off to the side after it goes through the machine. You will become the airport’s collective enemy if you are holding up TSA in service of your dump.
The Broadway Museum: My mother and I went to The Museum of Broadway when she was in town, and we had a blast. It exceeded my expectations by being very slay. We went late in the afternoon, and basically had the place to ourselves. I’ll admit that when it first opened I was a little skeptical that it was a Museum of Ice Cream situation, but it’s got substance along with fun photo-ops! Here are some highlights:
costumes from the 1998 Cabaret revival Recent memoir announcements: since the last edition of The Weekly Spill, both Cher and Liza Minnelli have announced upcoming memoirs. Life is suddenly fantastic, and I have a new reason to keep living. Thank you, queens.
Ariana Grande in Thom Browne: I love this Audrey Hepburn-esque look, and I couldn’t not include it on here. Very Glinda. J’adore.
That is the perfect segue into the following things from the Olympics that I currently can’t stop thinking about:
Jordan Chiles’s nails: speaking as a long-nail girlie, how? This gives me so much anxiety. I was jolted awake in the middle of the night a few months ago by the searing pain from breaking a nail in my sleep. Jordan Chiles, you are braver than our troops, and I salute you. She should get extra points added to her difficulty.
her olympic nails were red, white, and blue but I couldn’t find a great picture of them…. you get the point though. use that fab imagination! Breaking news: I just saw that she has to return her medal and I think that’s shitty and I disagree. If they would give her extra points for the nails we would not be in this mess.
Tara Davis-Woodhall’s Olympic gold moment: this is so romantic it feels like the end of a movie. It’s like the rain kiss in The Notebook, but it’s real and they are Olympians.
Also, is every track and field athlete a model? Has it always been like this? I tried to be on my school’s Jr. High track team because they were “desperate” for girls to join, but I was asked to unvolunteer after they saw me run. So obviously they weren’t that desperate. All of that to say: I was unaware that track is exclusively a sport for the hottest people alive.
Olympic Breaking (and why not break-dancing?): I love when sports are goofy. I want a video a la those reaction channels on Youtube of Kamala Harris watching this.
Apparently they haven’t decided if it will be an event for the L.A. games in 2028, and I think that should be a question in the upcoming Presidential debate. Not that the President has any say in that, but I think it would be entertaining.
That’s it for this week! Thank you all so much for reading (and being patient while I was MIA). Go have a slay boots sort of week my divas—you deserve it.