I Stevie Nicks'd That Sh*t So Hard
Plus: Maggie Rogers, Noah Kahan, the Summer House reunion, The Valley finale, notes on the new Traitors cast, surprise song o'clock + various other musings from the internet.
Hello friends + hello summer.
It feels like we switched seasonal gears at last and I’m loving every second of it—especially because I’ve been at three glorious concerts in the past week…with two more coming at me next week from James Taylor and Sarah MacLachlan.
Just a heads up that there won’t be a regular Friday post next week due to some travel and other life things going on. But there will def be a paid subscriber one!
I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you the past few weeks with those, but I’ve got a bunch of ideas in the hopper. Or if there’s something you’re dying (lol) to hear me go on and on and on about, hit your girl up.
Let us dive right into the pit, shall we?
I Have My Own Life…
And I am stronger and happier than many people would know, to paraphrase my beloved Stephanie Lynn Nicks, who I got to watch sing songs right in front of my face on Tuesday night.
It was glorious. Obviously. (I’ll put a bunch of clips from this week’s run of shows together a bit later so those who are like, “Abby I don’t care about your grainy concert footage” can skip them easily.)
But I’ve felt especially happy about where I am in my life right now—something that hasn’t always been true for myriad reasons, that’s for sure. It’s been a pretty good run the past few years, though something feels even better than ever right now. Typing that out feels a lil scary, like I’m tempting fate. But fuck it. I know I can handle the terrible stuff too.
To that end, I’ve been reallllllllly excited about Glynnis MacNicol’s new book, I’m Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself, which comes out on June 11.
I devoured her last one, No One Tells You This.
Here’s a snippet of a description of No One Tells You This. I think you’ll quickly understand why I’m so drawn to her work. It doesn’t hurt that she also loves a curl and a bold lip.
If the story doesn’t end with marriage or a child, what then? This question plagued Glynnis MacNicol on the eve of her fortieth birthday. Despite a successful career as a writer, and an exciting life in New York City, Glynnis was constantly reminded she had neither of the things the world expected of a woman her age: a partner or a baby. She knew she was supposed to feel bad about this. After all, single women and those without children are often seen as objects of pity or indulgent spoiled creatures who think only of themselves. Glynnis refused to be cast into either of those roles, and yet the question remained: What now? There was no good blueprint for how to be a woman alone in the world. It was time to create one.
See what I’m saying? We have mutual friends, but have sadly never met. Hopefully that changes soon.
So the new book will be arriving on my doorstep (er, in my package room) next week and Glynnis has obviously been doing press to support it, including this essay for the NY Times.
Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi. This this this this this this this this.
⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️
LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!!!!!!!
I’m only annoyed I didn’t write these words myself:
It is disconcerting to enjoy oneself so much when there is so much to assure you to expect the opposite, just as it is strange to feel so good against a backdrop of so much terribleness in the world. But with age (hopefully) comes clarity.
That clarity really does come, but it doesn’t always come easy.
Give the essay a read, it’s not long and her writing style is one I just adore. Hopefully you’ll grab the book too. I’m sure I will much more to say after I read it.
Glynnis really feels like such a kindred spirit in the way she is grabbing life by the balls at an age when society doesn’t really want you to. At all. I think we are aligned in our fundamental belief that people, and especially women, know that there are many possibilities out there for what a happy, fulfilled, magical life looks like—and they certainly don’t stop being available to you just because you hit middle age.
I wasn’t initially conscious of what I was starting to do in becoming louder and prouder about my own lifestyle over the past few years. But I truly do see it as something of a mission statement for We Have Notes and my work, in whatever iterations it takes in the future. Even if it only touches a small number of people. And that’s in every age demo.
It’s not that I would ever want to tell someone how to live their life, but more that there isn’t only the way that society might try to impart upon you. Women of all ages should know that and see it in action, so as to make their own decisions about what they want to do with their own.
Now, that is not to say that I think I always make (or made) the right decisions. LORD KNOWS THAT IS NOT TRUE. But I do believe that you don’t always know what’s possible until you see it and start to imagine what your version of it could be.
The kicker on her Times essay is perfection—and it is deeply inspiring to me.
Fuck yes. Let us all fly.
So, as we all know, living my pseudo-Almost Famous life brings me levels of enjoyment that cannot be properly measured. The music and the people and the community and the dancing and just all of it.
To do that this week in the presence of a person I think embodies all the things I’ve just been talking about was beyond.
Stevie Nicks has been a foundational inspiration in my life for as long as I can remember and her voice is deeply embedded in every year of my existence.
Tuesday night was not the first time I’ve been lucky enough to see her on stage, but it was an incredibly special one.
I think because I am where I am in my life…literally, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. And because she is still as incredible as ever at the age of 76.
Touring, dancing, sounding incredible, sharing her wisdom, spreading her magic. What a force of nature. We should all aspire to our own version of that and hope to be so lucky as to get a life as long and full.
I could have listened to her tell stories all night long. At one point I filmed an entire 13 minute one, just so I could savor it forever. I should actually put that on YouTube. Stay tuned, if interested.
I lost my shit, probably not in a cool way, many times during the show. I went with one of my oldest friends and one of my newest, each of us moved beyond belief by both her and just music and concert life, in general.
I loved sharing that night with you, Amy and Matt. I adore you both to the moon.
Sidebar: Look at this amazing gift Amy brought me, complete with the perfect wrapping. Yes, that’s a paint-by-numbers canvas Harry.
In true me fashion, we befriended our section neighbors—a couple and their college-age daughter…Rhiannon. We were hugging and crying together by the night’s end. This was our lil trio post-”Landslide”.
You know, once I pulled myself out of full-on ugly cry mode.
Now, I was in love with Stevie before the British Fruit Witch was even born, but we share a deep affection for this woman. As Stevie and I also share for him. One of these things is not like the others in that I am doing this from afar and they are actual friends—but the emotions and respect and all that remains a shared bond.
Also in true me fashion, I was thinking of H’s speech inducting Stevie into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2019. (Her second time.) That’s where the title of today’s post comes from. He was quoting his mom. It’s a lovely speech and I’d give it a watch if you’ve not seen it—or if you’ve hit play on it [redacted] times, like I have.
In it, Harry calls her “the magical gypsy godmother who occupies the in-between” and that is incredibly spot on. He also says that “by being so unapologetically herself, she gives others permission to do the same.”
And she does, she really really does.
When I say she is my everything, it’s the style and vibes and the witchiness and all that. But the way she has moved through life? That’s the real deal. That’s the true inspiration—and it’s what I seek in the other artists I love, too. They are each very much themselves and the art and the emotional and physical spaces they create allow their fans to do the same. I am the better for each of them and I want to strive to be that person in any group I am a part of.
Feel free to call me on my shit if I veer off course. Seriously.
Though I’m hoping to master enough witchcraft to make my new Stevie Barbie come alive at night to talk to me, so maybe she will too 😉✨. (Teri, if you’re reading this, Amy and I got the last two at our merch stand and even then it was one per customer…otherwise I would have grabbed one for you!!!!)
I really truly didn’t own Barbies growing up. Like, maybe one snuck in somewhere but I have no real memories of playing with them. They just weren’t my thing. This is the only one I ever wanted and trying to get this dang doll when they originally dropped last fall was like Ticketmaster pre-sale levels of stressful and I failed miserably.
I was a v. happy girlie when Stevie said there would be limited numbers available at shows.
Anyway, as ever: Always go to the show if you can, it just might change your life. Or do whatever things makes you happy in the way fandom makes me. Do them as often as you can and never be embarrassed for getting excited or dorky or weird about it all.
Here are some Stevie, Noah, and Maggie clips from this week for those interested and you can always check out my shitty videographer skills in the Ab On Tour Highlight on my IG.
If you would rather move it right along to other topics, I will never be offended. Just scroll down a bit for loads of other pop culture nonsense.
Christine! Our Songbird! I WEPT!
Did I also just cry re-reading the December 2022 WHN post that included all my notes about Christine’s death? I sure did.
I love you, I love you, I love you…like never before, Stevie et al.
Now the other two shows of the week!
Last Friday’s Noah Kahan concert at Deer Creek was bomb. Matt + I were the happiest lil campers to be sharing our first concert together.
My fandom soul brother, how lucky we are to have found each other in a record store getting an early listen to the newest Kacey album. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.
Noah is such a talented delight. I also love this mental health project that goes on at his gigs.
We stan a braided folk king in a WNBA jersey.
Let’s just say the Swiftie/Noah Kahan Venn diagram is not a circle, but not not a circle. I love a great exit song. It helps with the immediate post-show blues. The first part of HSLOT always sent us out to Kendrick’s “Humble”.
I care so little if people find me embarrassing. It’s so freeing. Luckily my friends are also just glorious weirdos like me.
Wednesday night I was back at it solo in the pit at the Maggie Rogers show. I’m so freaking obsessed with and mesmerized by her.
Big ups to Maggie for making abortion rights a part of her tour too. I made a donation to Noise for Now.
As I said on IG, I like to imagine I look like her when I’m dancing as opposed to whatever it is that my body does. Again, no shame in my game. Not being a good dancer doesn’t stop me from going all out.
She replaced the “So Sick of Dreaming” line about the Knicks with the Fever—and changed the pronoun of the date to “she”. We love to see it. Happy Pride, all! Indy’s celebration goes down tomorrow, right in my ‘hood 🌈 🌈🌈.
I love this song so so so so so so so so much. “The Kill” was everything I hoped for live.
That. Voice. Go see Maggie if she’s coming to your town. You won’t be disappointed.
I sent my dad this “Don’t Forget Me” clip, followed by the Pharell/Maggie interaction from when she was at NYU. He texted me earlier this afternoon that he was “hooked” and he’d already listened to Maggie’s most recent Zane Lowe interview. I have now sent him down the path of all the other fab Zane convos with artists.
The tree and the apple, that’s us.
I also scored tix to Gracie Abrams at THE RYMAN earlier this week! Insanity. Given how small that hallowed venue is. It will be my very first show there and if a certain blonde woman surprises us on stage to do her collab with Gracie, just know I died very happy.
She also just dropped an old but never previously released sad banger today called “Close to You” that I highly recommend. Only a couple more weeks until the new album is with us in full.
Now, let’s chat reality TV.
Break Out the Hooded Cloaks
The Traitors S3 cast has been announced and while there are some great names on the list, I obvs have notes.
I fear we have too many try-hards in the mix and that concerns me greatly. Did we catch lightning in a bottle last season? It’s very possible. And you know all of these people saw the breakout faves of S2 and how their stardom grew….and I’m worried we will see too much “make fetch happen” energy.
I hope I’m wrong and nothing could stop me from watching anyway. Let us hope for the best. At least we know Alan Cumming won’t let us down, sartorially or otherwise. Chew that scenery, sir. Chew it right up.
Boston Rob (Survivor)
A+++++++ choice and who I’ve wanted on this show the entire time. He’s gonna have a huge target on his back, but that’s nothing new to him. It’s also not new to me that he can get it all day every day, until forever. The only thing that I would have loved more was if they cast Ambuh1 too.
Dorinda Medley (Real Housewives of NY)
She’s going to try to be the Phaedra with her pithy quotes and whatnot. Dorinda has chops, but she’s gonna force it in the way that Phaedra never does or needs to. She will also compare the castle to Bluestone Manor2 endlessly and it will get so fucking annoying. Dorinda can be amazing, but it’s been a long time since we’ve had that version in full. She’s become an angry drunk instead of a fun drunk and hasn’t worked on that at all.
Chrishell Stause (Selling Sunset)
I love Chrishell and think she’s good in this mix. Can she game? Unclear. Will she be adorable? For sure. I wouldn’t have been mad at G-Flip coming on with her, actually.
Britney Haynes (Big Brother3)
Danielle Reyes (Big Brother)
Bob the Drag Queen (RuPaul’s Drag Race)
It’s off-brand that I’m not a Drag Race person and I feel embarrassed about it. But that’s the truth. I have faith that Bob will be awesome though.
Wells Adams (The Bachelorette + Bachelor in Paradise)
Everything I know about this man (which isn’t a lot) has been against my will. I was long gone from the Bach-verse when he came around. He has to be smarter than Pilot Pete though, right?
Chanel Ayan (Real Housewives of Dubai)
Try hard will be try harding and thinking she’s way more clever than she is. I couldn’t even make it through the full first season of her main show, of which I believe she thinks she is the STAR DARLING.
Gabby Windey (The Bachelorette)
Dylan Efron (Zac Efron’s brother)
Does anyone know anything about this man? I sure don’t. I feel like that gives him an advantage and I’m interested to see how he plays. But I also think this slot is being low-key wasted and could have gone to someone more intriguing.
Tony Vlachos (Survivor)
Tony drives me a bit bonkers, but I get why he’s here. I can already imagine him getting in a huge fight with Dorinda over something really dumb. He is A LOT—and I say this as a person who is A LOT.
Jeremy Collins (Survivor)
I have watched every season of Survivor and couldn't remember his face without looking him up. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. But also, could we have done better here? I think so. But maybe I’m spacing important factors about him.
Dolores Catania (Real Housewives of New Jersey)
I love Dolores. Full stop. Great choice. No notes.
Robyn Dixon (Real Housewives of Potomac)
Is Robyn going to be as lazy and sleepy on this show as she almost always was on Potomac? Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Bob Harper (The Biggest Loser)
Listen, I know TBL is now problematic. I mean, it always was but the world has changed and we look at it in a new light. But I fucking loved this show in the early seasons and I love Bob. He also used to be in lots of my Soulcycle classes back in the day. I’m happy to have him back on my screen.
Ciara Miller (Summer House)
We are rooting for Ciara in all things right now in this household. I can’t wait to see what she does for her castle aesthetic.
Lord Ivar Mountbatten — (royal-ish)
LOL, okay. You’re just trying to recreate the magic of John the former Parliament Brit from last season and I don’t know if that’s possible. But I know nothing about this Lord, so maybe he’s hilarious too. Is he going to talk shit about actual famous royals?
Carolyn Wiger (Survivor)
I’m in. Honestly, the Survivor people are at the very least going to be compelling in gameplay.
Sam Asghari — (Was once married to Britney Spears)
HOW DARE YOU PEACOCK? SERIOUSLY HOW DARE YOU?
Tom Sandoval (Vanderpump Rules)
NO BUT FOR REAL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? GET THIS WHINY NARCISSIST OFF MY TV.
Nikki Garcia (pro wrestling)
Apparently, they’re filming now. Even though I hate some of these choices, I would like this show ASAP please and thank you.
Also, LOL.
In other reality news, a few more notes:
I can’t. But also, of course these pathological morons and their gabillion children4 are doing a reality show.
However, signing a deal with TLC?
There’s absolutely no way that was even in their top five (maybe top 10) places to pitch. That’s low-rent reality. That’s Welcome to Plathville, a show that was my entire personality for like four weeks and then I just stopped mid the latest season and never thought about again until today. This is not a judgment on TLC, though I’m not a person who has been in on as many of their shows as I have other networks. I will watch all manner of garbage no matter where it airs. But these people are snobby assholes.
Also, Alec’s still on trial. Like, sir, we usually find out people’s (alleged) crimes whilst in the middle of a show, a la Jen Shah on RHOSLC, to name just one.
What version of her fake Spanish accent will Hillary from Boston bring to the table? Which English words will she pretend she doesn’t know? In case you’ve forgotten or never known the ins and outs of that woman’s absolutely bonkers behavior, here’s a Vox explainer that covers a lot of it.
It’s a travesty that The Valley didn’t get a reunion, but I very much enjoyed the way they picked up the cameras months later to give us the coda about Jesse (who revealed he used to bang Anna Nicole Smith?!?) and Michelle (who was dead behind the eyes all season)) and Jax (one of the dumbest delusional pieces of garbage I can’t help but watch) and Brittany (whose boobs make me feel physical pain5) and their imploding marriages.
Thank god that hillbilly ding dong got out. I can’t wait to see the mess that will play out next season.
Also, Janet is a straight up bitch and if we’re going to put Kristen back on TV, then PUT HER BACK ON TV. The end of the season needed more of that braless lunatic.
The first part of the Summer House reunion was fantastic last night. Some thoughts below:
—Paige bodied everyone and is a baller friend. She is such a fucking Scorpio. That’s how we do. You come for our people and we will give you the most, “I might suggest you don’t fuck with my sis” energy. I need her entire natal chart immediately.
—As for the West and Ciara of it all. When she cried, I cried. Fuck, even The Middle-Aged Mullet King of the East End cried. I, and many other women I know, have been in this situation with a man (often more than once) and I appreciated her vulnerability in admitting how it hurt her, especially after she tried to guard herself against it.
I loved West all season and said this last week:
The bar is indeed low for these straight bros—and we need to stop allowing it to be this way. I don’t think West is evil or the worst guy ever, but he fucked up. And he did lead her on to a degree that caused pain. You don’t get to take someone to go visit your parents and go to weddings and do other trips and whatnot and then act surprised that the other person feels like it’s moved beyond something super casual.
Fame is a helluva drug and West is now feeling the backlash side of it. Nobody is saying he’s Sandoval. But I think I was correct about the praise getting to him. I also think this isn’t a fame-specific situation.
Why do you think so many of us feel such catharsis scream singing songs like “All Too Well” or “Traitor”?
A sampling of the lyrical vibe this situation is giving me:
And maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
Running scared, I was there
I remember it all too wellAnd you call me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all
Too well
AND
You betrayed me
And I know that you'll never feel sorry
For the way I hurt, yeah
You'd talk to her
When we were together
Loved you at your worst
But that didn't matterIt took you two weeks
To go off and date her
Guess you didn't cheat
But you're still a traitor
It doesn’t have to be the deepest relationship in the world to cause pain or humiliation, which is a factor here as well. That happens whether you’re on TV or not, but it certainly makes it worse when everyone is watching the season and loving on this man who made you feel shitty when all was said and done.
West isn’t a super villain. I don’t think he’s a bad dude at the core, but he is SUCH a typical one and I’m glad he was called out on his BS. I do still think he’ll get it sorted and Ciara is and will be just fine. I don’t think she was being dramatic at all. She was honest about his behavior and how it made her feel in the end.
This doofus (lovable as he may be in many ways, especially with Jesse Solomon!) didn’t deny any of it, really. He wanted cheesy fans sucking his D, literally or figuratively. And that’s FINE. But he shouldn’t have been taking a girl he knew WAS “moving intentionally” home to meet the fam if that’s the case.
Meanwhile, he should probably stay off the internet for a spell…but I bet he won’t.
PS: His whole suit and hair and aesthetic perfectly matched the level of douche energy he had inside of him. Don’t get too high on your own supply, bro.
—Danielle has to go. I forgot about that “as a CEO and founder” line. Probably because my brain blocked it out due to extreme secondhand embarrassment. I already spoke last week about that hiddy glam and dress.
Then her whole thing with Paige and Lindsay was dumb. It’s two separate issues. You’re a loser for leaking shit to DeuxMoi and Paige has every right to be annoyed and to find you “weird”. She doesn’t hate you, but she sees you. Burn.
You can be mad at Lindsay for throwing you under the bus, but at the end of the day you DID do the thing she said you did and you let her take the blame for it for a year. So, while I disagree with so many things Lindsay says and does, that ain’t one of them.
—Though, Linds def totally talked shit about Paige’s photoshoot or whatever that whole thing was. At the same time, Carl was being nasty by telling Paige about it. Many things can be true!
—Every time I see Carl, I see The Hug and want to throw up. His look at the WWHL party also made me puke in my mouth a lil bit. I know it won’t happen, but I’d be glad to never see him on the show again.
—As previously mentioned many times, Carl and Lindsay are both deeply toxic. But I think he has done so much nasty shit that we don’t even know about. Lindsay wears her toxicity and crazy on the outside. We’ve seen it for seasons. His is way scarier to me.
Can’t wait for next week!
On the Socials
Haven’t done a lil roundup of the random things that caught my chronically online eye in a minute, so here we go.
I meant to put this in last week, but couldn’t find the right spot. Even though I can invent spots. I love Matt so much and he’s such a great storyteller. I really need to be friends with him one day—I feel like we would vibe and talk over each other in a way we would both enjoy.
LOL, facts.
More facts on facts.
I loved the top reply too.
Truly, what is wrong with some people?
There would certainly be worse ways to go, but I also have a real fear of laughing so hard that I choke to death alone.
Let this serve as my reminder to you all to sunscreen it up. Do not listen to sunscreen deniers. If I can’t appeal to your health, might I appeal to your vanity and how many people think I’m at least 10 years younger than I am?
YEP.
I love that both of these “Best Song Ever” dance renditions entered my feed this week. The Savannah Bananas6 are like a Harlem Globetrotters-type team, but for baseball.
I saw this on Twitter and I’m so glad it found its way to Loewe (and JW Anderson) designer Jonathan Anderson. I also cannot explain why it’s true, but it just is.
And look what he made by Thursday! His whimsy brings me so much joy and you can feel it in Loewe and his own brand.
Dolly stays booked and busy. Who’s getting me tickets to this show’s previews?!? Also, LOL at MAGAs trying to cancel her. Have fun trying, morons.
I don’t fuck with Chardonnay, but good for you Dolly P.
Bless my friend Sarah for bringing this joy into my life this morning.
Her delivery is so hilariously perfect, but especially on the final line about pretending to be a bird.
Some of my high school friends and I have been doing this line from Forrest Gump for decades—“Dear god make me a bird, so I can fly far…far, far, away”—whenever we wanted to GTFO of somewhere or avoid a person or situation. That’s immediately where my brain went after watching this TikTok.
Ick Me Once
Literally disgusting. Why is this family all still talking this much? Nobody needs this. (Obviously, I know why. I’m not new to calling out the thirst.)
Also, Trav, get your team in line. Your barber shouldn’t be giving interviews to People about your relationship and your girlfriend. Do you see Lorrie Turk or Jemma Muradian out here running their mouths? No. No you do not.
Gen X Moment of Zen
My friend Meg and I used to “train” for Double Dare on our driveways. I know we would have crushed it in both the trivia rounds and the physical challenges/final obstacle course.
Fun fact: Marc Summers is a fellow graduate of our high school and was besties with one of my French teachers back when they were in school. Go NCHS Panthers!
Eras Tour Diary: Lyon + Edinburgh N1
First, a few general Swiftie moments of note. Well, to me anyway.
Can we just fucking stop talking about other people’s bodies7? Jesus.
I love when TikTok makes me feel so seen.
If you were wondering what’s happening over on Clownelia Street, it involves a lot of orange.
And some green and blue on Lyon N2.
Now, surprise song o’clock!
Lyon N1
Rain show! We love a curl-forward evening for Blondie.
🎸: “The Prophecy” x “Long Story Short”
Well, damn. This was a beautiful mashup.
🎹: “Fifteen” x “You’re On Your Own, Kid”
Cue this redhead named Abigail choke sobbing multiple times during this mashup—even though she got “Fifteen” live and in person during Nashville N2.
Lyon N2
🎸: “Glitch” x “Everything Has Changed”
I’m okay with missing this one. Though I do love EHC.
🎹: “Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus”
Ugh, this slayed me.
Let us never forget that I was on this one from the jump. (LOL, like I would ever not remind everyone five million times.) I feel like it’s been a grower for some and deserves all the love.
Hayley Williams is with me, too.
Edinburgh N1
There weren’t a lot of great videos avail yet when I was wrapping this section up, but I will include them next week for documentation purposes.
Journalism! History! It matters!
She also stopped at some point to get help for someone in the crowd as she riffed on the guitar. It’s amazing to me what these artists can spot from the stage. Bless.
Now, I am a bit beside myself about this next one…but at least I did get to see TTDS three times live when it was in the main Evermore set last year. Phew.
“Daylight” is another of my great loves, though.
Oh, and…
The Criminal Minds reboot is back with new eps on Paramount+ for all my fellow network8 murder procedural girlies … I forgot to put this in last week, but I’m VERY excited for Mike Flanagan’s “radical new take” on The Exorcist. He’s the mind behind shows like The Haunting of Hill House, The Haunting of Bly Manor, Midnight Mass, and The Fall of the House of Usher. This is like the opposite of Ryan Murphy getting his hands on horror IP … Zachary Quinto has always had a bit of an off-vibe for me when he’s not in character. Sounds like that was the correct read … Chanel is getting a new designer. THANK GOD!!!!!! Who will it be? I agree with those who think Hedi Slimane is the best bet, but I’d also love for Marc Jacobs to give the house a whirl. I don’t know that he’d want to at this point, but it could be very cool. We will find out soon enough … Staying on the fashion front, Moda Operandi has a Sofia Coppola edit.
Until next week9, here’s some more Harry + Stevie goodness.
Because I will never shy from a vague reason to bring these out. You really don’t want to know how often I watch clips of these performances. On my deathbed, I will likely be mumbling about the Troubadour night and how I wasn’t there.
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His IRL wife who is actually named Amber and is another Survivor legend. This is a couple who knows how to game together, unlike Larsa Pippen and Michael Jordan’s son.
Her place in the Berkshires, aka the Bezerkshires to RHONY fans.
There is a Big Brother-shaped hole in my TV knowledge.
They have too many children. Period. Sorry, but it’s true.
Maybe her chest and Kristen’s can meet somewhere in the middle, like where your boobs are meant to be.
Yes, yes, I know I still need to finish that incomplete history of Harry Styles and bananas. This has reignited my inspiration. And I did in fact screenshot one of his mom’s stories recently that will be an unhinged entry to the canon.
Did I mention some things about the boobs on The Valley five seconds ago? I did. We are all flawed and honestly both of those women look uncomfortable in differing ways. And Jax made Brittany’s boobs a storyline years ago, which is gross but true. Sigh. I’ll do better.
It may not be airing on a network now, but it’s absolutely still network television.
Remember no regular Friday post!
(I’d ask you if I should buy a ticket to the Hershey show just to get Stevie Barbie but I feel like I already know your answer.)
I appreciate you!