I’ve officially accepted that I will never be caught up on anything ever again because the sheer volume of content coming our way this week is wild. First things first, The Bear returns tomorrow, and Jeremy Allen White is back to make us all feel deeply anxious and inexplicably hungry at the same time. I’m already bracing for the emotional damage and the inevitable urge to make a seven-hour braised beef dish on a Thursday night. And just when I thought I could breathe, Squid Game season three lands the very next day. So yes, by Friday, I will be pacing around my living room, clutching snacks like my life depends on it, and contemplating whether I could survive even one of those games. Spoiler: absolutely not.
This weekend, we also get Brad Pitt’s new F1 movie, and as a long-time F1 fan (read: emotionally fragile Ferrari supporter), I’m dying to watch it—partly to enjoy it, mostly to nitpick the realism from my couch. Yes: it’s available on streaming as well.
In celebrity drama, the two Justins have been on my feed everywhere. Justin Baldoni finally dropped the $400m Blake Lively countersuit, and Justin Bieber memes are flooding my algorithm. Apparently, he’s “crashing out”, which Gen Z says means emotionally combusting. Honestly, same.
Need something else to obsess over? Matcha maybe? The Nod’s got you.
