I’ve been in Greek Mythology hell, because it’s basically the MCU for women. Stan Clytemnestra, stan Medea. Recently I’ve been enraptured by The Song of Achilles, because as a trans girl, I’ve always felt a kinship with Greek femboys. I’d like to imagine that if I lived in Ancient Greece I would be a pretty temple boy engaging in illicit affairs with all the big philosophers. I wrote about it on my substack if you wanna check it out; all the cool kids are reading Cranberry Milk.
Lately, I’ve been weirdly obsessed with those TikTok edits of the same five scenes from Sofia Coppola’s “Priscilla,” which I still haven’t watched (and I’m dying to). I think I’ve seen maybe a third of the movie in clips backed by unreleased Lana at 3 in the morning. My obsession is only fueled by the fact that I haven’t even seen the movie. I crave it’s angsty, summery, cigarettes-by-the-pool aesthetic.
I’ve been hyper obsessed with “Saltburn” as of late. When it comes to being psychosexual and infringing on the rich and beautiful, who better to love it than I? The film is just eye candy that is begging to resurrect peak “Skins” (2007) era indie sleaze, and I’m eating it up. Speaking of eye candy, you can never go wrong with casting heartthrobs who seem to make too many people second guess the morality of drinking bathwater. But, my heart doesn’t go to Jacob Elordi, surprise surprise. I swear my heart goes to the latter, fellow Irish pride and joy: Barry Keoghan. I love you.
According to my “Last.fm,” I’ve been obsessed with the song “Alright” by Victoria Monét. I have listened to it before, but for some reason it has been my favorite song at the moment. I’m labeling it as my bad b***h anthem for 2024.
I’ve been relistening to my top albums of 2023 and I’m in love with Odd Eye Circle’s self titled album all over again. It makes me feel like I’m being shot at but also like I’m sitting on a fluffy pink cloud.
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