Pop Culture Princess // a cultural reset
RELEASE THE HOUNDS! The Hounds of Hell!! My hellhounds are a herd of Pomeranians :D
Welcome to Pop Culture Princess, the version of this letter that appears near the Last Quarter of each moon cycle, where Addison tugs at a piece of her brain lint and asks you what shape you see… usually. Consider this edition a special event.
Hiya honeys! How’s it hanging? Isn’t that a pretty weird way to ask someone what’s up? English is, once again, The Silliest Language. Like a strange 1940s man in a trench coat, except it’s a pile of 40 ferrets in a trench coat, arguing with each other in mangled French, Latin, and German. Scheiße.
In lieu of the usual pop cultural commentary, today I come bearing news, along with a few digital gifts: I’m unlatching the vault, and sticking a wedge under the door. My innermost thoughts, my little monsters, they’re FREE. And they BITE.
All that queer-coded villainous drama to say that I’m knocking down the paywall, and alllllll the content of this newsletter, including the comment section, is now open to the masses. Let me know what you think! And use your manners or I’ll use my delete button!
I want to reach as many cobwebbed corners as I can, as well as hear what you have to say about all my dusting, so I’m democratizing my little queendom for the time being. The $payment$ option will remain available for those who would like to support me professionally/emotionally, and currently find themselves financially able to do so. Also, I can see your little names on my creepy Santa list, and I ADORE YOU FOR IT <3
If you want to show support but can’t drop a dollar at the mo, please consider sending my notes along to any potentially interested parties. The more, the merrier, the dumber the jokes, the closer we all get to losing The Game, together.
SO, while we sit around anticipating the new moon that’s going to restart our lives and personalities tomorrow evening, I’d like to offer you a selection of the previous pop culture hors-d'œuvres you might have missed when they were locked away in Versailles like a royal Austrian teenager. Can I interest anyone in an early 2000s heavily-highlighted It Girl crying on camera in LA?
Or perhaps a different, also blonde, early 2000s It Girl texting a stranger from the internet in T9 in a suburb of LA is more your speed? Y2K fashion breakdown and iconique catchphrase dissection orbviorsler included.
Surely, s u r e l y, the late December edition where I weave anecdotes about my own depression into the surprisingly sad lyrics of an ‘80s Christmas anthem will tempt you into opening this link into another window???
And DON’T call me Shirley!
If you don’t feel like fondly looking back on the end of 2022 just yet, do me a favor and ask me some questions for ye olde advice columne — I’ll probably answer them publicly online for everyone else to read, too. It’s anonymous! Like ask.fm for Millennials but not really at all, haha!
I’ll be back in just a jiffy with my opinions on your problems, but for now, please take comfort in my TikTok algorithm, which is currently crawling with astrology girlies telling me that this new moon on Jan. 21st is going to kick off the refreshing reset we were all hoping for a month ago. Maybe that means the Adderall shortage and my dedication to writing about depression from inside of it is almost over, too. A girl can dream! But she will be dreaming about finding loose Adderall in the bottom of her purse. Ugh.
LOVE Y’ALL!! In celebration of another teen drama reboot’s untimely demise (it should’ve been sooner), here’s a pop culture tweet to show the young girls how. It’s. DONE.
I Have To Go,
Addison