We are heading to Trope Bookshop on November 20th for our next live show!
🍷 BYOB = Bring Your Own Beverage. Grab a cab, a canned cocktail, or fill that emotional support Stanley with champagne.

Snag your tickets now. Seating is limited.

You may have noticed… we love a poll here at Group Chat Girlies. There’s just something about a quick question, a few clicks, and the feeling that suddenly we’re all in one giant convo together.

Your answers have surprised me (yes, she should sleep w/that 27 year old), supported me, vindicated me (diva cups), and occasionally sent me spiraling (in the best way). So the polls are here to stay. Keep an eye out because we’re also going to start sprinkling in a few feedback polls because shocker, we still really do care what you think.

Have a question you want us to ask the girlies next? Tell us! [email protected]
(And while you’re at it… When did you feel your strongest in your girliehood?)

💘 Jennifer Aniston started off cuffing season with a bang and hard-launched her hypnotherapist (?!?!) boyfriend on Instagram.

🧸 Move over red cup, Bearista Cup is here. It sold out in seconds, sparked resale chaos, and forced Starbucks to issue a statement apologizing for lack of supply at stores. Real quick. Are we ok?

✈️ Phased flight cuts continue to wreak havoc for travelers and air traffic controllers continue to miss paychecks during the government shutdown. Let’s be clear, now is not the time to check a bag.

🎭 All’s Fair, the new legal drama starring and executive produced by Kim Kardashian on Hulu, logged the biggest scripted debut in three years for the streaming platform, even as critics didn’t hold back their distaste.

🐶 Tom Brady revealed his current pup, Junie, is actually a clone of his beloved late dog Lua. Brought to you by the same company who cloned Barbra Streisand’s and Paris Hilton’s dogs. I think we might be getting too casual with cloning.

🕶️ Anna Wintour’s final Vogue cover features Timothée (of course). Perched atop the Earth. And the reaction is mixed. People want to know why it looks less like a grand farewell to a legacy and more like a mousepad from 1998?

💞 Love Island #TeamNicolandria fans had some explaining to do this week. Photos surfaced of her holding hands with a new man in public. The hard-stan girlies pointed out—it’s giving “strategic PR rollout,” not “soft launch.”

Skylar: There are times I just know the universe is testing me. Like, oh, you think you’re going to have a cute little working breakfast at that chic Nashville café? Hold my beer. Or, in this case, my French press.

One of my favorite little luxuries on the road is pretending I live wherever I am for the week. Laptop open, coffee in a vv chunky mug, narrating my thoughts to myself in the polished inner voice of Carrie Bradshaw. (If you think I’m exaggerating, please know I once started an ill fated blog called Carrie Called in 2019 and spent more time designing the logo than writing my heart out. Maybe I can find some drafts to put on substack)

Anyway. This week I was at SweetMilk, ordering an omelet and swapping the potatoes for an “arugula salad.” A two-dollar upcharge. Bold. When it arrived, my “salad” was… a literal heap of arugula. No cheese, no nuts, no berries. Not even a whisper of olive oil and flaky sea salt. I actually Googled the price of arugula vs. potatoes: $1.16 a pound to $1.00. Not to mention the physical labor for simply tossing some leafy but acidic greens on my plate can’t possibly be more intensive than whatever special treatment potatoes go through? All for me to eat the upcharge.

And yes, I ate it, literally and figuratively, silently seething and whispering in my head, read in Carrie voice: “If I was willing to pay extra for arugula, what else in my life was I investing more into than I should?”

Carol: Last night I had dinner in NYC with two of my girlies. We scored our second window seat of the night (the universe’s favorites, obviously) and the vibes were immaculate, girlie dinners as far as the eye could see. Then came a CRISP, ice-cold, dirty gin martini that could’ve solved 90% of my life problems on sight alone. They even allowed me to choose how quickly my rings no longer fit by providing the brine on the side.

It was smooth. It was crisp. They brought extra blue cheese stuffed olives. And that’s where The Plague of the Martini begins: one is never enough, and two is always too many. Dante’s knows this truth and has perfected their marketing: nobody needs it, everybody wants it.

One martini and we’re poetic, glowing, discussing our future goals and dreams. Two martinis and I’m adding to the salinity of the brine with my own tears over something that happened in 2016. There’s no middle ground. Still, nothing heals quite like a dirty martini girlie dinner. Cheers.

The holiday season means many things, amongst them, you’re going to spend a shocking amount of money putting together a snack plate aka charcuterie board.

For this charcuterie journey, we know that Trader Joe’s is the King. Reasonably priced cheeses, excellent nut assortment, and interesting dried fruits. You can’t go wrong. I want to hear your favorite TJ’s holiday finds and in return, I’ll share mine. Deal? Ok.

TJ’s Blue Cheese paired with TJ’s Sweet & Spicy Pecans. Sweet, Spicy, Savory. The perfect bite.

Pepper Jelly (this WILL sell out) + Brie. Creamy, zingy, perfection. In a pinch, Pepper Jelly can also be dumped right on top of a block of cream cheese and it always hits. I promise it will be gone before the end of the night.

Skylar here! Carol’s recos reminded be that this week I tried the Sweet Mustard Dill Sauce with some brie and baguette and then immediately decided it would be the sauce I dipped my chicken in the rest of the week, so good! It’s giving honey mustard with a twist.

IYKYK: I did, in fact, run into that ex at the festival I mentioned at a live show recently. One I’ve occasionally romanticized in my head, wondering what life would’ve looked like if I’d stayed with him. He was sweet, and talented, and I was… in desperate need of therapy.

And in all the scenarios I’d imagined (that we have all imagined) about seeing him again, it ended with me actually being hair in need of a wash, hangry, and exhausted, when he spotted me and waved at the event we both were at.

The truth? No sparks. No unfinished business. Just a quiet reminder that my instincts were right all along. It was that perfect reminder that my imagination has a habit of rewriting history whenever I’m feeling restless in the present. Future substack with more of the juicy deets? Probably.

Know a girlie soft launching a new hobby, business, relationship, or personality? Tell us about her.

📩 [email protected]: send us your tips, tea, or story that deserves to be unpacked at our next live show. We know there’s already family drama brewing for the holidays.

Some real fun shout out’s to last week’s emoji send. From living a double life, to dealing with hand, foot, mouth, thanks to the girlies who gave us a lot. 🌭 🎃👯✈️🇹🇳❤️‍🔥🥴

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