In the doldrums of summer 2022 — and I mean the really hot, lazy days of August and the not quite back to school-degrees outside days of September — the easiest way to profess feminism was to support Olivia Wilde. Surely you remember this: people dancing around Don’t Worry Darling being not a good movie but a fun movie, the repeated talking point that people don’t talk about director’s personal lives when those directors are men.1
But now that we have maintained a healthy amount of distance from that time — and today is a day about sharing love, and I’m in a silly mood — I have to come clean. Sorry! I love this bitch.
Career was in shambles. Next movie falling apart in development. Exposed for naming herself after Oscar Wilde. Flop husband2 cruelly serving her divorce papers at a work event. Boyfriend can’t do an American accent. Shia LaBeouf leaking documents to Variety. A front …
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