Photo: Universal/Everett Collection The other day, my friend DJ Louie XIV, who hosts a podcast about obsessively ranking pop stars, asked me if this week — the week of Wicked’s release and the attendant glowing praise about Ariana Grande’s performance as Glinda — was the “best week to be an Arianator.” I took this question with all of its implicitly required seriousness and brought it to my younger sister, with whom I have attended every Ariana tour and who is so deeply, frighteningly invested