Alec Baldwin Bravely Breaks His Silence (2016)
The Friday Post.
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Two villains have fallen in one week: Andrew Cuomo, ugly, finally resigned. Jamie Spears announced Thursday that he will eventually step down as Britney Spears’s conservator, and will work with the court to make “an orderly transition to a new conservator.” (Claudia Rosenbaum, writing for Vulture, has a great guide to what that statement says — and means — exactly.) When Jesus says yes, nobody can say no!
Alec Baldwin, who suffers from the illness of always being wrong and never shutting the fuck up about it, broke his silence about one of these developments. “Regardless of what you think of Cuomo, this is a tragic day,” he tweeted. “Party politics in this country draw ambitious but ultimately isolated, even socially maladjusted men and women who, given the current cancel culture, will likely have their shortcomings exposed and magnified.”
By “isolated, even socially maladjusted” he means: people who give “inappropriate touches, unasked-for kisses, abrupt groping, and intimidation.” (I love 30 Rock as much as the next person who needed something to watch instead of studying for a Spanish III test but my goodness! We can divorce a performance from a deeply annoying man!) Baldwin has yet to issue a statement on the Spears conservatorship, but I will continue imagining he is on the side of fathers, worldwide.
What paid subscribers got this week:
A little birthday blog about one of my favorite things to think about: Julia Roberts’s unyielding dedication to birthday shoutouts on Instagram, and the way she finds the grainiest photos possible for those shoutouts.
When I, as many do, annually age, I can’t help but think of Leonardo DiCaprio. In human years, I am now 27, but in a new method of time I have developed called PLDCO-years (post-LD cut-off), I am but two-years-old! This makes Hung Up the first Substack to be written by a baby I think.
“What happens to a dream deferred?” asked Langston Hughes. What happens to DaPology DaLeted, asks DaBaby.
The rapper nixed his apology to the LGBTQ+ community from his Instagram grid. What will this 5’3'' villain think of next!
What Ryan Murphy has done to the face of Clive Owen — a Spike Lee White Boy of the Month, Emeritus — is unconscionable.
The trailer for American Crime Story: Impeachment, about the 1998 impeachment trial of President Bill Clinton, was released this week. I will be tuning in for Beanie Feldstein, for Sarah Paulson, and for Edie Falco, but I will not be happy about it! His reign of horror will continue in the form of American Love Story and American Sports Story, a pair of anthology series ordered by FX. People in love and people interested in sports around the world wept.
Cynthia Erivo, star of National Geographic’s Genius TV biopic of Aretha Franklin, continues to serve her life sentence of being shaded for all eternity. Erivo, you’ll recall, played Franklin against the singer’s explicit wishes.
“I know that Aretha was adamant that [her life] be a film. If it’s not a film, it’s nothing,” Hudson told Entertainment Weekly last year. “I’m just honored that she picked me to play her. I mean, who can say that? And again, I would have never done it without her wishes.” I have not read any positive reviews of Hudson’s movie Respect, but the excellent Aretha Franklin documentary Amazing Grace is still streaming on Hulu.
The fact that this clip of a trifecta of terror — Jameela Jamil, Amy Schumer, and Chelsea Handler — has been on my feed all week is a crime against me personally:
LaKeith Stanfield and Summer Walker are anti-vax, obviously:
I am trying to practice better social media time management — any social media time management, let’s be honest — so I no longer check DeuxMoi. But if she is to be believed, Chloe Bailey and Jack Harlow might be … talking:
Once again: my aunt’s generation had Robert Redford. My mom’s generation had George Clooney. My generation gets Jack Harlow, who kept Megan Thee Stallion’s alleged gunman Tory Lanez on the “What’s Poppin’” remix because, he told LA radio station Power 106, “there’s three sides to every story,” and he doesn’t “think it’s my place to start judging.”
President Obama turned 60 this week. He planned, “scaled back,” but ultimately threw a major party at his house in Martha’s Vineyard. On the guest list was: Gayle King (journalist), Rita Wilson (actress), Tom Hanks (father of Chet Hanks), and Steven Spielberg (director).
The party was controversial — it’s a pandemic outside! — and no photos were allowed. Of course I am obsessed with the primary leak coming from none other than H.E.R.! You remember her — halfway to an EGOT? The singer whose songs are played exclusively in preview clips during awards shows, because outside of that context I swear they do not exist. Anyway: I love that s.h.e. sas the leak. Of course she was!
Still in love!
They are also house hunting. Imagine the AD cover that could be in our future!
I was on NPR’s It’s Been A Minute with Sam Sanders, talking Bennifer:
And I did an interview with Muckrack about newsletter-ing:
That’s all this week! Thank you for reading. Yesterday I watched the Robert Redford movie The Hot Rock and that movie rules!! Streaming on Criterion now.