December: A Month of Drama, High Notes, and Excessive Sentimentality (Just Like Me)

Darlings, December has ARRIVED, and she didn’t even knock—she just busted down the door with glitter and a side of existential crisis. One moment I was sipping my overpriced PSL in a cashmere sweater that barely saw daylight, and the next, I’m staring at Christmas decorations like they’re mocking my poor financial choices. But we’re not here to talk about my November credit card bill. No, we’re here to talk about Wicked.

Yes, THE Wicked. The movie we’ve all waited for since Moses parted the Red Sea or, more accurately, since Ariana Grande announced her involvement and the gays collectively lost their minds. Ariana as Glinda? Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba? It’s like someone took all my queer little dreams, bedazzled them, and put them on an IMAX screen. I haven’t even seen the movie yet (calm down, I’m going in a few hours—front row, obviously), but let’s be real: I already know every lyric, every riff, every whispered “Unlimited…”

Now, I know what you’re thinking: FD, are you going to annoy everyone in the theater by singing every line? To that, I say, Yes. Yes, I am. If you can’t handle me belting “Defying Gravity” with the lung power of a pre-Mariah tea scandal, then maybe the theater isn’t for you. Go watch a Hallmark movie in peace (we’ll get to those later).

Speaking of Hallmark, can we talk about how December brings out the basic in all of us? One week from now, I’ll be sitting on my couch in a fuzzy blanket, sobbing into my fifth glass of mulled wine while some C-list actor discovers the true meaning of Christmas. That’s the magic of this month—it’s not about being glamorous; it’s about being emotionally unstable in style.

But back to Wicked. It’s already smashing box-office records, and it’s only been eight days. Eight. Days. Meanwhile, I can’t even smash my way through a week without procrastinating everything important. This movie deserves an Oscar, a Tony, and maybe even a Nobel Peace Prize for the cultural reset it’s about to deliver.

So, what’s my game plan for this December? Drama, darling. I’m kicking off the month with Wicked—big, bold, and emotionally over-the-top, just like me. I’ll let the nostalgia of it all wash over me, then spend the rest of the month wrapped in the warm embrace of mediocre Christmas movies and self-reflection (read: ordering too much takeout).

For now, enjoy this mood-setting bop, “The Wizard and I,” sung by Mary Kate Morrissey. If this song doesn’t make you feel like you could change the world—or at least make it through holiday shopping without crying—you’re doing December wrong.

Stay dramatic, stay fabulous, and don’t forget to belt your feelings. Because if you can’t be extra during the holidays, when can you?

XOXO,

Your Wickedly Nostalgic December Blogger

- FASHION DOOHICKEy