I literally thought today was February 1 and I wrote a whole thing here about how thank God January is finally over, it was one of the worst months of my entire life, etc etc., and then H texted me that I forgot about January 31. Goddammit. We’re still in it. Whatever!!!
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Moving along: The Grammys are THIS SUNDAY. We will have an open live chat for paid subscribers at Drinks With Broads on Sunday afternoon and we’d love to see you there. There will of course be complete coverage of the red carpet here on Monday.
This week: Heather recapped the first two episodes of Severance (so, not including the one that came out last night) and we all got into our theories. Of which everyone has many! (Our Severance coverage is coming in chunks, not weekly.) Tuesday’s issue (for everyone!) got into books we’d like to rescue from Development Hell, changes to the Oscars, fab new Palm Springs houses (new for us, not brand new), and more blah blah blah from Justin Baldoni. Thursday’s edition was ALL RANTS. Pants rants! Shrimp rants! My own top list of rants! Nugs rants! SPIT RANTS. It’s capsy.
This news about this week’s plane crash is awful — and it’s absolutely shocking that USA figure skating has lost so much of its community in the accident. (It’s terribly reminiscent of the 1961 plane crash that killed the entire US figure skating contingent on their way to that year’s Worlds.) The whole thing is just heartbreaking.
It’s been a tough week for the skating community. Dick Button died, at the ripe age of 95 — but still. This is my favorite picture of him from a piece I did about figure-skating costumes throughout the years. (That was really fun to write.) Dick Button taught me SO MUCH about skating. I will never be able to watch someone’s camel spin travelling without thinking about him. (As I said in that piece; he literally invented the flying camel spin, he was allowed to bitch about bad ones.) If you only know Button from being a cranky broadcaster — to me, he is the Vin Scully of skating, but crabby, and I mean this as a compliment — he was arguably the greatest American male skater who ever lived. Just his list of firsts is astonishing.
A great piece at NY Mag about Marianne Faithful, who also died this week.
Vital work, at Eater: The Best Dip Recipes for the Super Bowl, According to Eater Staff. Bring me ALL the dip recipes!
Related, and delightful: No Super Bowl Is Complete Without a Super Bundt [Bon Appetit]
This is one of the most amazing apartments I’ve ever seen. [Curbed]
I absolutely agree with this take about the When Harry Met Sally Super Bowl mayo ad. Does everything have to be turned into an ad?! I’m in a bad mood. [Eater]
On the other hand, this is delightful: David Lynch’s top five sandwiches. [Wearable Art]
Turns out Karla Sofía Gascón’s Twitter was a total cesspool of racism! (a) She seems awful, and also her statement about this is really….uh, all over the place, (b) on a much lesser note, I cannot believe no one at Netflix or her own PR team apparently didn’t even think to look at her Twitter before NOW. (c) As a low-stakes but also still wild sidebar, there is even a mean tweet about her co-star Selena Gomez. Did she…not…remember saying that? If you shittalk a lot, you don’t remember all your shittalking, but I’d think you would think, “oh, I love to pop off on Twitter, I should have someone eyeball this.” Anyway, she is definitely not winning that Oscar anymore — the official Oscars Insta even unfollowed her — and the SAGS will be awkward. (If she even attends.) This has been a really, really weird awards season. The Oscars also just announced they planned to return to the format of having the big acting awards introduced by other actors who briefly wax poetic about each nominee, so….they might be regretting that? This is why you just have, like, Nicole Kidman go up there and say names and then there’s a clip of said nominee screaming or throwing a box off a cliff or whatever and then they announce the winner. Anyway, Zoe Saldãna is stressed right now. [THR]
I don’t need a new jean jacket, but I like this one and it’s on sale! [J.Crew, affiliate link]
I was gonna ask if we really need this but then I decided, why not? Per Socialite Life: Madonna performed a surprise standup comedy set in NYC. I saw her concert last year and it was amazing and honestly I am a longtime Madonna fan so whatever, do whatever you want, Madge.
Thanks to the reader who send it this piece: “I have entered ‘nanna mode’ – bring me all your movies and shows about older women.” [The Guardian]
This is a funny piece at Lainey that may have talked me into the alleged Romy & Michele sequel. (I am, to be honest, agnostic about Romy & Michele but I hope its fans enjoy this.)
This headline made me laugh: They’re Not Dead! They’re on NBC: 11 Actors You May Not Realize Are Series Regulars on NBC Dramas [Pajiba]
These platform sandals feel like Chloe without paying for Chloe. My size is already sold out! [Anthro, affiliate link]
A fun piece at the NYT about people breaking on SNL. [gifted link]
Big agree: Forget Trends. I Just Want To Dress Like Paul Newman. [Long Live]
Amazing: Miami’s Big Nude Cruise Is Setting Sail Soon. Here’s What to Expect. Don’t sunburn your butt! [Miami New Times]
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