Happy St. Patrick’s Day to those who celebrate! I’m sure this is just another holiday with some depraved backstory but today, consider this a safe space for angry little Guinness-guzzling leprechauns. Let’s rip a urinal off the wall of a pub bathroom together.
I saw on Twitter that the Archdiocese of Philadelphia is giving Catholics a pass to eat corned beef today, a Friday during Lent, which is hilarious to me. It’s something I would have texted my late best friend, whose Irish eyes were always smiling. To carry a girl named Kathleen Deegan in your heart is to carry a bit of boozy, green goodness everywhere you go, to know how to tell a hell of a story and sing bar songs with your entire chest.
And to live in Philadelphia is to accept that every local man is a 5’8” Irish Catholic psychopath named Dan or Ryan, and they will use this day as an excuse to wear Eagles gear and ignore your texts. Good luck out there, girls.
It’s been a minute since our last Daily Drip, so today is *strictly lists* to catch up on recent consumption. Let’s dig in.
Current Reads:
Ghost Lover by Lisa Taddeo (pictured above). This collection of short stories is raw and addictive and precisely my favorite kind of book. The kind I will write one day, probably on maternity leave from my corporate job. Yes, I have a romantic and unrealistic idea of what maternity leave will be like. Bitch, don’t kill my vibe.
This sharp piece on Joan Didion from Stephanie Danler’s new newsletter, Write What. Danler untangles her complex feelings about Didion as her “favorite writer”—a reminder that familiarity does, so often, breed contempt. (For the record, Didion is not my favorite writer. I have only read four of her books. But she has impacted me, and her lore always strikes a chord.) Here’s a passage I loved:
Then there are more fraught realizations. Isn’t the woman who says Joan Didion is her favorite writer telling you that she’s a winner? And not by luck or happenstance but by birth and will and extremely careful manipulation of her image. I think of Joan’s awareness that writing is a hostile act, and that as “the writer,” she is the victor who writes history. Her self-fashioning is scarily cunning. It isn’t just her packing list, her career at Vogue, her finish-each-other’s-sentences marriage. Her reliance on details of provenance, on night-blooming flowers. Every single word Didion has written about herself is aspirational lifestyle porn.
I know most have already read The Cut's piece on Ozempic, but if you’re somehow (blissfully) out of the loop, it’s worth checking out. TLDR: celebrities, media elites, and their general NYC/LA milieu are all shooting themselves up with semaglutide: a medication for diabetes and obesity management that suppresses one’s appetite and slows stomach emptying. Risk factors include pancreatitis, thyroid cancer, and continued subjugation under the thin ideal.
I was called fat every single day of my teenage years, so the part of my brain that fears weight gain will probably never die. But this… this feels absolutely doomed. And to think of pharmacies turning folks away who need these meds presents a whole other ethical shitstorm. Still, I think it’s good to stay informed of trends like semaglutide and CoolSculpting because it paints a realistic picture of how everyone seems impossibly thin against the soft contours of our perfectly normal, healthy bodies.
Current Listens:
“Life on Mars” by Garsi. I’m predicting Garsi’s blow-up. So, you heard it here first.
“Suffer In Silence” by Rezz. Gay goth queen stays gay goth queening.
“What If I Was Willing” by Chris Carmack as Will Lexington on Nashville. Last week I tweeted that Nashville is just Glee for rednecks to which my friend replied “Glee-haw” and yeah, that.
“LICK IT N SPLIT” by Zebra Katz and Shygirl. This track is so hot and innovative, I’ve added listening to Zebra Katz’s full 2020 album to my musical to-do list.
“A&W” by Lana Del Rey. I’d say she’s fucking back but frankly, Miss Prolific never fell off.
“Gangsta Boo” by Ice Spice and Lil Tjay. The way she breathed LIFE back into the “I Need a Girl (Part Two)” beat, I’m obsessed.
“Red Ruby Da Sleeze” by Nicki Minaj. I mean, while we’re on the topic of sampling, I love this use of Lumidee’s “Never Leave You (Uh Oooh, Uh Oooh).”
“Where You Are” by John Summit and Hayla. Because obviously I’m going to plug my recent work for EDM.com.
“Rose Blood” by Mazzy Star. There will never be a woman more beautiful and mysterious than 90s Hope Sandoval.
Recent Eats:
Credit to my friend Cass for this one: Trader Joe’s dried mango with goat cheese. 10/10 snack.
This sweet & salty loaf from Soko’s Kitchen. Skylar’s cooking videos are some of my favorites, and Andrew and I devoured this loaf. Think peanut buttery banana bread with a crunchy topping of crushed potato chips, pretzels, butter, and honey. All cravings satisfied!
Ambitious Kitchen’t slow cooker white wine chicken stew. We served this with a crusty baguette and it was hearty and divine.
Jackass Burrito. Was I annoyed to learn this is a Stephen Starr ghost kitchen? Sure. But the K-Town is truly fantastic (and about five pounds).
Loving:
This Lululemon belt bag that I got for my trip to Jordan last month. How has it taken me this long to get on the belt bag train? It is so convenient and comfortable. I feel like Kim Possible.
Color tattoos. I just started my journey in color and now I’m obsessed.
Statement sunglasses. Fun fact: I spent my young life avoiding sunglasses because I thought I looked stupid. Insane. Why would anyone suffer to quiet their friends remarking on the smallness of their head (true story)? Since becoming a sunglasses person, I’ve worn mostly classic black, understated frames. But lordy, I fell in LOVE with some bold, red Versaces at the mall the other week and had to walk away. They’re so expensive! Needless to say I’ll be scouring the internet for promo codes until my next obsession arises. Or buying a cheap dupe. Yeah, probably that.
Eri Jay aka @ thetwentysevenproject on TikTok. I barely check TikTok these days, but her comedy/parody content on “tequila and throwing ass to house music” always makes me want to have the most fun. WE SHOULD BE HAVING MORE FUN.
Disposable cameras. It’s well-documented that I’m a dispo girly, but I had to give a quick shout out, as my Jordan film turned out gorgeous.
… and with that, I wish you all a fun, safe weekend. Until next time.
Definitely going to have to try that dried mango and goat cheese combo. Sounds like an unexpected winner. I know my wife will dig it.
The New Yorker just recently published a piece from Jia Tolentino about “the Ozempic era” that feels like it’s probably in conversation with that story from The Cut: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/03/27/will-the-ozempic-era-change-how-we-think-about-being-fat-and-being-thin