@rosmantic
I'm a recovering Masshole, a muppet critic, a practical intuitive, a pansexual who's no Peter Pan. I believe in the Force, the social contract, you. Readings/Ruby Report: https://pocketsuite.io/link/ruby-intuition
What I always hear: “We can’t afford to pay our workers more than $15 an hour.”
What I never hear: “We can’t afford to pay our CEO millions of dollars a year.”
Funny how that works.
How tomorrow’s blood moon eclipse can inspire and ignite us, and how it may help Sinners!
No offense to you younger broads, but I really can’t with your whining about perimenopause in your late 30s/early 40s. Talk to me when you confront actual menopause.
Emerald Fennell is such a bummer. Not her films—they’re less depressing than mean-spirited; superficially envelope-pushing underestimations of humanity. I just hate that she’s help up as one of the few up-and-coming female directors. There are many far worthier, whose sensibilities pander far less.
I devised a tool for wresting Valentine’s Day from the Hallmark industrial complex. Hint: It’s a guided meditation for people who don’t like meditation. open.substack.com/pub/therubyr...
Paired with the sun in Aquarius, which is more concerned with the human condition than individual humans, tonight’s Leo full moon is helping us detach from our ego needs to serve unconditional love.
Ogling today’s Oscar noms bc 20 years as an entertainment journo imprinted. The most overt snub? Wicked. Can’t say I’m crying in my beer. Wanted to love it but concluded they should have made it one film. V sorry Chase Infiniti, Amanda Seyfried & Testament of Ann Lee were overlooked!
While I was busy picking out new glasses (don’t get me started; all glass breaks around this witch when the energy is shifting/bad), I LOVE who picked up awards—especially Michelle Williams. Hands down, Dying for Sex my favorite TV series of 2025. Life-changing.
Podcast award is such an oddbot effort to keep GGs relevant. And boy did they pick white mid podcasts to reward. (No offense to Amy but I cannot with all the sleep habit talk and avoidance of anything real.)
Loved Sentimental Value (my favorite film of 2025), love Stellan Skarsgård being just drunk enough to preach at us charmingly in his acceptance speech
Ok, Teyana Taylor! So good to start off the GGs with her win. “Love is an action, not just a word, and everything I do is in that truth.” By the end of that speech (read off a piece of paper, old school!) I was already crying.
Nikki G is actually finding a new angle on giving Leo the business for his babygirlfriends and I’m especially loving her for this (and for “CBS news: See BS news”). Ok, sis!
The world is blowing up so…I’m blueskying the Golden Globes? Anyway so far Nikki Glaser is killing it as host 2.0 and I’m saying this as a broad who can’t even look at her weirdly Trumpess features.
Change, sweet change, may not happen overnight, but it can slow-bloom like nobody’s business. Even now there are more soldiers of love than gatekeepers and colonizers. More people who prize the well-being of their neighbors over false entitlements and safety.
Forget Weapons and Bring Her back. Together is the most upsetting movie of the year, especially if you already harbor a horror of codependency.
When we privilege love as a labor, an economy, a value, and as a guiding force, it makes a utopia as likely an outcome as a dystopia. So join me in looking for love in the unfamiliar terrain of this new year.
I’m 55, my Jewish grandparents are long-dead, and still this time of year, as I scroll through the weird Christian pageantry of so many acquaintances on social media, I catch myself muttering “fucking gentiles.”
Both characters’ pleasure is equally valued and the vulnerability and orgasms read as authentic. When was the last time you felt that watching a straight sex scene on TV or film? (Or, uh, in the bedroom? Sorry, Charlie.) Pretty much every time I watch a man and woman fuck on screen I call bullshit.
It says a lot about the extremely tepid state of American heterosexuality that the series that has undeniably gotten women the hottest is Heated Rivalry, about the closeted affair between two (male) hockey stars. It’s not just bc the male leads are so undeniably toothsome.
I rarely issue calendar-year edicts, but I’d be over the moon if we could trash the term “girlie” once and for all. You all realize we’re grown for a lot longer than we’re young, right? Why not lean in?
Prefer Shakespeare in Love over Hamnet if we're to commit the grave indecency of embracing a film about our finest scribe. The former is fun, clever, appreciably unselfserious. The latter reduces Will to a grunting boor, his saddest story to a paint-by-numbers music video w/ delusions of profundity.
The week following winter solstice is ideal for bidding farewell to everything keeping you in the dark.
Ask how you can prepare to shine as the days lengthen again. What can you release? How can you spread more light in this struggling, suffering world?
I’m at that point in a virus’s cycle where I am uproariously grateful to be able to smell or taste anything. Still coughing up the worst shit, blowing my nose every 2 minutes, wracked with body-aches. But I CAN TASTE MY SOUP AGAIN.
We are such a transactional society that we even treat the divine like a spiritual ATM whose existence is confirmed only by the delivery of exactly what we request. What if we instead embraced the divine as an omnipresence that holds us no matter what illusions of separation we suffer?
Bowen Yang leaving SNL mid-season simply may stem from it being his time but the show has been hemorrhaging searingly talented people of color/queers for the last 3 years. The cult of Lorne is strong: no one will publicly badmouth him but something is clearly afoot over there.
On her 250th birthday, I call upon the spirit of Jane Austen to restore wit, compassion and integrity to this broken, boarish nation. open.substack.com/pub/therubyr...
A little taken aback by just how good the new Knives Out movie is. Soulful, stricken, and significantly less twee while still offering clever sidebars. A perfect cap to this sorrowful year.
My instinct about why I Love LA is so upsetting to watch is that it’s not just that the characters are garbage people. It’s that most of the actors are also working with zero moral barometer. It’s palpable.
on the latest Talking Pictures (the PBS Arts review show) we debate Hamnet, Sing Song Blue, WIcked, La Grazia, Come See Me in the Good Night, and why I love the Bruce film though i hate Music biopics. Watch here! youtu.be/ehuuyCOnloc
Trump has normalized many previously unforgivable transgressions, not least of which are micro-aggressions that are hideously on the nose. To wit: Pantone’s color of the year being….white.