Alexander Wang’s runway show was yesterday, and I am disturbed by the extremely 2000s ensemble on Selah Marley. We do not need to bring back Y2K fashion! Not everything deserves nostalgia! (Go Fug Yourself)
Lady Gaga was maid of honor at her sister’s wedding and people speculated on whether or not she’s pregnant. Given her past health issues and acknowledged eating disorder, probably no one should be talking about her body, but everyone sure did. Gaga used a Taylor Swift song to deny that she’s pregnant, and then Taylor herself chimed in saying it’s “invasive” to speculate about a woman’s body. I find bump watch boring, but it IS also invasive.
Also, in some places in the US, it is now DANGEROUS to speculate like that. Because if the wrong person hears you say, “I think so-and-so is pregnant,” and then that person doesn’t look pregnant to someone else, the actual cops could show up at her door inquiring about this speculative pregnancy. Whether or not a person is pregnant was already not anyone else’s business, but now it is especially important to stay out of other people’s wombs lest the state think they have grounds to get involved. (Celebitchy)
Chris Revelle details the afternoon he spent observing Scientology up close for an anthropology class. My favorite detail is about the videos advertising sauna treatments for 9/11 first responders, to help them “detoxify”, and it’s all paid for by Tom Cruise. Jesus CHRIST. (Pajiba)
The world’s top 50 restaurants were announced, and three of the top five restaurants are in Spain, which checks out. Some of the best meals I’ve ever eaten were in Spain. Also the funniest meal, when my brother’s girlfriend said she was vegetarian while we were eating in a restaurant famous for its jamón ibérico. She was vegetarian and I did feel bad, because no one in Spain was prepared to cater to her—back then, I bet now she’d have an easier time of it—but at this particular restaurant, they were especially unprepared. They brought her a plate of what had to be two pounds of steamed green beans. That was her whole meal. Meanwhile, the jamón ibérico was fantastic. (Eater)
With Hit Man dropping on Netflix this weekend, now is a great time to revisit Skip Hollandsworth’s 2001 profile of the real Gary Johnson, the man who pretended to be a hit man. It’s a great read, generally, but also especially interesting to contrast what Glen Powell and Richard Linklater changed for the screen, which is basically all of it. The real Gary was very self-contained and uninterested in catering to the mythos of hired killers. (Texas Monthly)
