a BIG WEEK for baby
I thought I was going to be cool and disaffected by not posting twice a week but you know what, this was not the week for that. It’s Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in a trendy coffeeshop drinking a $4 cold brew that has clearly been brewed with grounds that are too coarse because it’s SOUR — okayyy, yes I was barista for one second — and in the midst of a week of the biggest cinematic event of the season (Dune) and the launch of my podcast sandwiched in between new episodes of Succession (!!!!). But don’t worry; I’m not here to review any of those things because this Substack is not about media ok, it’s about me.
The rumors are true, I did go see Dune alone at 9:40PM on a Thursday night, but was I really alone when the row in front of me was filled with a group of what must be 19-year-olds who were taking flash snapchat selfies of themselves and saying stuff like “I’m not here for timothee chalamet, i’m here for Denis” (oh, right, because you loved Arrival? Grow up). At first I was kind of mad that they were disturbing my viewing of the trailers with their chatter but then I remembered that being in public between age 18 and 21 is very much a performance of sorts. You always have to be kind of on, rehearsing a very weird play where you don’t really know the script but the stage direction is like “be game.”