You Belong With Me
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."
If you're subscribing to this new little project o' mine in week one, you probably know that I'm basically a 40-something teenager. I spend a little too much time on my pop culture obsessions—and am really freaking excited to go to the Taylor Swift show on Saturday.
But for some reason...you still want to know what's rattling around in my brain at this very moment. So THANK YOU for that. (And if you know anyone else who might like to subscribe, send them here.)
I Did Something Bad
The combination of a full-court marketing press (including some kinda good IG videos), Blake Lively's parade of a thousand suits, and Tom Ford's latest muse Henry Golding have won me over. I will see you this weekend, A Simple Favor, but I don't really expect you to be very good.
All Too Well
I just wanted to state for the record that it's T. Swift's best song and I will accept no arguments to the contrary. "You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest." COME ON. That's some seriously lyrical genius right there.
I Knew You Were Trouble
The human dumpster fire currently in charge of the nuclear codes really outdid himself this week when he claimed (with zero evidence, but what's new?) that the tragic hurricane death toll in Puerto Rico is all a scam by the Democrats to make him look bad. His capacity to do the absolute worst thing (like, say, fist-pumping on the way into a 9/11 memorial) is really something. Make sure you're registered to vote here: vote.org. And pledge to head to polls in November at votesaveamerica.com so we can put some real checks and balances on this asshat.
"Do it for our country, our country wants you to."
Teardrops on My Guitar
On the flip side, there are some incredible people—and so many women!—running for office. A campaign ad from Elissa Slotkin (a Dem candidate in the Michigan 8th) brought me to actual tears. Watch it here.
Bad Blood
Guys. You must read this book—that shares a name with the Tay song—by John Carreyou chronicling the rise and fall of Theranos, the fraudulent biotech startup led by Elizabeth Holmes. It's WILD. Also, you should check out this story by (the other) Elizabeth Holmes about the perils of being a name twin.
Style
Sometimes I miss covering New York Fashion Week, especially in September. February, not so much. But mostly, I'm happy to watch it all go down online from the comfort of my apartment. (That Ralph Lauren 50th anniversary party in Central Park looked BEYOND, though.) However, my favorite gossip-y nugget this season is the rumor that Marc Jacobs deliberately started his show super late to spite Rihanna, whose (super inclusive and diverse) Savage x Fenty show claimed the finale spot of the week that he's had forever. Honestly, I could totally see him being that petty—and we all know the goddess RiRi gives zero f*cks. A fashion feud feels so quaint in these troubled times. I'm all the way here for it.
Love Story
As evidenced by my social media accounts, my longest term fictional relationship is with one handsome ginger prince across the pond. But, I totally 'ship H&M and get ever so swoon-y every time I see him with that wedding ring on. While I think I could have been an amazing Duchess of Sussex, HRH Megs is definitely the next best thing—and Harry's never looked happier. Diana would be so proud. (Sidebar: The first few seasons of Suits, starring the artist formerly known as Rachel Meghan Markle, are pretty delightful if you're looking for something light to watch.)
Also, there's actual science behind my royal obsession ... so joke's on everyone who mocks it! Bring on the Down Under tour and all the messy buns, black pantsuits, and above-the-knee dresses that make curmudgeonly royal watchers so damn mental.
Until next week...
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