A lot of the girlies in the southeast have been on non stop storm watch all week.

We were supposed to be on stage right now (see below) and spoiler alert: we are not.

So we’ve spent this week on a roller coaster of attempting to learn advanced plumbing and electric and last minute Target runs to prepare for the worst. Some of us went from not knowing the name Brad Panovich to trusting him literally with our lives.

We also haven’t been entirely sure we’d have power on Sunday to write this newsletter, so we pre-scheduled it and did what we could. If you’re reading this… maybe it’s final, maybe it’s a draft. You decide.

Our Duckworth’s Comedy Club show has been rescheduled for March 29th. If you already bought tickets and can’t make the new date, refunds are available. Otherwise we hope to see you there, and/or at one of our shows before then.

Maybe perhaps we will see you on February 7th for a very special Q&A with romance author Rebecca Wrights at Triple C?? Get your tickets here.

🎥 00 6’5”? Online rumors claim Jacob Elordi met with Denis Villuneve about potentially being the next James Bond. A lot of online chatter is concerned he is too tall for the role, and I simply do not care. M! Get this man a tux!

🏆 This week the 2026 Oscar Nominations were revealed with the usual smattering of snubs and surprises. Sinners set records, and we loved seeing the reactions like Goldie’s post about daughter Kate Hudson, Bobby Cannavale’s post about wife Rose Byrne, and Teyana Taylor’s emotional moment.

👀 There’s some alleged lingering distrust between Zendaya and Sydney Sweeney. Zendaya has supposedly warned Sydney to keep a respectful radius around her fiancé. We’re typically girls girls, but Z might be saying what we are all thinking.

⏳ Time keeps on tickin’ tickin’ tickin’ into the future…Mischa Barton turns 40, but remains the OC OG 2000s “it” girl in our hearts.

😘 ICYMI, Emerald Fennel’s adaptation of Wuthering Heights is almost here, and Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi are making sure we’re all talking about it. From the steamy Vogue Australia shoot, to press nuggets like Elordi filling her dressing room with flowers (on Valentine’s Day), to Robbie developing a “codependency.” Whether it’s all PR to make us deeply invested in their chemistry or hints of potentially something more… tbd.

🛍️ Indie is in. And we aren’t just talking about the movies. Fragrance sales saw a 46% increase in independent brands last year.

💕 An Athlete, an A-Lister, and a high-profile plastic surgeon walk into a bar. No that’s not the set up of a joke, it’s the set up of Bethany Frankel’s new dating platform The Core. Her highly curated, invite only matchmaking service launched this week.

🤳🏼Sundance said “who needs old-school critics?” and invited a whole squad of TikTok creators to cover premieres and interview celebs. “POV: you’re on the red carpet.”

Skylar: One of my most toxic traits is that whenever I become deeply obsessed, appropriately interested in a reality tv show, it becomes my entire personality. There will be swaths of time where if I am not watching the show, texting a friend about the show, or explaining the drama to my boyfriend, I quite simply am waiting for whatever else I am doing to finish the fuck up so I can go back to one of the three above mentioned activities.

Right now, it’s Traitors. I’m so sorry to my friend who mentioned over a year ago that I should watch, because I waited until I was seeing just enough internet buzz to be curious and I binged it this past week. So besides the storm, it’s all i’m talking about this week. I’m texting friends, corralling them into a potential joint Traitors themed birthday party, I’m also wondering how hard it must be to get Donna Kelce a Christmas present.

Why do I love this show so much?? It’s like Survivor plus The Mole mixed with a tinge of every private meeting during sorority recruitment. I also have read a lot online this week about the inherent bias and expectations that gets brought into and highlighted during competition shows like this, and wish I could take a college seminar on it.

As a forever Love Island stan who will never forget that Maura was on the best UK season of all time, i’m rooting for her. And then I hate to admit that I’m also rooting for Rob.

Carol: Nothing reveals how bad of a Western North Carolina lady I am like the threat of losing power. Skylar, my sweet, sweet California girlie, texted me earlier this week asking what she needed for the storm. I immediately fired off a list of essentials with the confidence and gave zero indication that I actually still needed to purchase every single thing on that list myself.

Tapered candles? Absolutely none.
The family-sized box of Diamond strike-on-box matches? Not in the match drawer.
Batteries? I have two. One is dead. The other is probably also dead but pretending.
Flashlight? One self-defense flashlight designed to blind and strike an attacker.
Car? Jetta.
Tires? Not winter weather approved.

In the biggest metaphor for my life, I realized: I KNOW what I need… I just don’t HAVE what I need.

I’m not typically a girlie who gets worked up over the weather, but when Brad Panovich says to listen? I listen. I’m also not typically a girlie who publicly defends a man named Brad, but my God, weatherman abuse must end. Anyone who feels compelled to comment “you’re always wrong” on a meteorologist’s science report should have to start by posting their SAT score.

I have never seen people get so feral at someone whose entire job is to make an educated guess about what might happen in the sky while we’re all floating on a rock in space.

People are really out here bullying folks who studied advance science, highest-level mathematics, and atmospheric thermodynamics. I once turned in a blank calculus test. Blank. Didn’t even try. I told the teacher, “I’m confident I have all the math I’m ever going to need.” And I did. Because I’m not a weather woman.

So, I NEED Brad to do weather math for me. OK? And so do you. Let’s all take a moment and show some appreciation.

I better not catch you yelling at Brad.

If you need me, I’ll be wishing for snow, absolutely no ICE, while squeezing in one last store run before Brad announces it’s officially too late. I’ll be on the hunt for tapered candles, batteries, matches, and three things I don’t need but feel emotionally compelled to purchase.

As you may have noticed, we love a poll here at GCG. It’s our favorite little peek into what the girlies are actually doing and feeling. One of my favorite things about the results to last week’s question — How many nudes would someone find on your phone if they had full access? — is that the answers were very across the board, with almost an equal number of people taking no nudes to taking…uh…several.

this week we are using the poll to ask for feedback because we really do care

We have officially launched our Martini Mission. And by that we mean we can’t wait to gush about the photos that Sydney Schertz took for us to bring Phase One (excuse for photoshoot) of our vision to life.

When you want a dirty martini, nothing else will satisfy. That’s why we’re looking for the one. The martini that checks every box and earns an unquestioned girlie stamp of approval. Read more about our why on Substack.

👀 Be on the lookout for a very special giveaway so you can have your own photo shoot with Sydney.

If you’ve made it this far, you are more perfect, special, and beautiful than everyone else. It’s not rhetoric, it’s just a fact. As a gift, if you still have power and are running out of internet, enjoy this scroll.

And lastly, share GCG with a friend, and check out the Substack for all the things we can’t fit in the newsletter (shocking to think we have more to say).