5 things I loved this week

a song, a book, a tv show, another skincare product, and a podcast (not mine)

Well, well, well, if it isn’t Friday again (when I begin writing this it is, it might be Saturday by the time I send it, life is a highway) (update: it’s Sunday now, my bad). This week I celebrated my 44th birthday. I believe this is the age The Cut called “the first great aging cliff” or something (don’t know, happy for you or sorry that happened but didn’t read the piece). Being old is a choice. You know what ages you? Writing stupid articles about aging cliffs.

On the day, I took a morning swim at El Matador beach in Malibu with my friend Issy, followed by a lunch of crab cakes and fries at Neptune’s Net (where I procured some absolutely phenomenal Dali-ass sandals courtesy of Issy), followed by a trip to my favorite designer vintage store in Los Angeles, Replika, where I did a small amount of damage that we don’t need to discuss in detail here. (Should I do a round up of all my go-to vintage spots in LA? Does anyone want that? Or just RAWK music?).

I closed out the big Tuesday with a dinner of Goop Kitchen and Taco Bell (everyone always asks so my order is: Crunchwrap Supreme sub beans for meat, Mexican Pizza, and if it’s my birthday, Nachos Bell Grande) with some Vueve with a few of my girls. I finally finished filming all the Madonna month content (I hope you’ve been listening/enjoying) and while I probably needed to check into hospital, this was a good salve in the meantime.

I also accidentally went on a press tour this past week? It was an absolute thrill and honor to be featured in the No Bad Days LA It-Girl Index (no longer an LA It-Girl, not yet an LA It-Woman) where I share my LA essentials for beauty, repairs, groceries, and more, plus my dream LA date. I was also featured in one of my other favorite Substacks, Health Gossip, where I got to talk about some of my favorite things: food, spirituality, and going to bed at 9:30pm. As if that wasn’t enough (embarrassment of riches/that’s enough please go away I’m sick of your fucking face/voice/existence) I got to list out my loves and hates for Dream Baby Press and gab for two hours with one of my favorite podcasters Dan Allegretto, who is on here as Dial #DAN Editorial.

And lastly (sorry! SORRY), the incredible Miranda Sawyer wrote up Bandsplain and our Madonna Month programming for The Observer (!!!!) getting me every so slightly closer to my goal of becoming England-famous so that I can finally move there and find my toothy husband, eat Gregg’s once a week, and very slowly develop the Madge accent. I’ll be honest as much as I love attention (and I really love attention) after doing any interview I feel absolute full beat clown make-up and tend to spiral for days :) Anyway now I need to not be perceived for three full weeks/shoot my phone.

Also whispers: a reminder that I’m chatting with my friend, the brilliant author Mary H.K. Choi at the LA stop on her book tour for her fantastic new book Pool House. It’s at Skylight Books on 6/11 and you can get advance tickets HERE.

Okay here are the seven things I loved this past week (besides TALKING ABOUT MYSELF apparently):

A SONG

I feel like I haven’t talked about Badvril, a San Francisco based band with a backwoods Washington State sensibility that was seemingly custom made in a lab to suit my exact musical sensibilities - floaty, lush, narcotic, sludgy perfection. (Have you ever taken a lot of Klonopin, but in a beautiful way not a dark way? No me neither). If you’ve ever ordered a custom playlist from me, chances are high I’ve included a Badvril song on there. They have a new album called Lethal coming out soon (not to be a bitch but I’ve heard it all and it’s truly wonderful). The latest single, “Push It Down,” came out the day after my birthday (thank you Baddies) and I’ve had it pretty much on repeat all week as I attempt a single seven day period of bohemian layabout cosplay. Bliss!