Ep. 8: Chem Sex and Corporate Realism

Ep. 9: The Awokened Agenda

Yes, you’ve missed us terribly, but we’ve returned from our long journey to discuss newer journeys. Barbie is taking on 75 Hard and Kenny is trying to get into a writers room. Before we become too ambitious, let’s get cozy and talk life’s simpler pleasures: puzzles, a good book, and scoping out live shows for the hottest men.

Ep. 8: Chem Sex and Corporate Realism

Barbie’s sister-in-law is in town and we are all coping from this past week in America through psychobabble. If you can decipher our dueling Mickey Mouse and Donatella Versace impressions, confirm who pronounces Barry Keoghan’s last name correctly, AND stay seated for a Ted Talk on corporate realism in Hollywood (all while having some crunchy audio scrambling your neurons…) we truly salute you. And we scrape up some coherence towards the end to reward you with a front-row seat to our three-way deadlock on who we think deserves the 2025 Grammy for album of the year. It’s a bloodbath.

Ep. 7: Your Mr. Magoo Homework is Due

We hit some high notes this week singing praises for Chappell Roan on SNL and Sean Baker’s ‘Anora.’ But we’re still workshopping the harmonies on our cover album of classic Christmas songs and filthy drag showtunes, so don’t go too hard on us.

Ep. 6: British Boy Beard Scratcher For Hire

The girls are fighting! Ari vs Elvira, Chappell Roan & Tom Holland vs the paparazzi, and us vs the makers of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. And with (gay) Halloween and the election just days away we don’t know what has us more spooked, but either way, pass the candy corn.

Ep. 5: The Dua Doofenshmirtz Schmear Campaign

A quirky Drew Barrymore and a well-armed Angelina Jolie walk into a flea market… what’re they leaving with? When did the Victoria’s Secret angels get their wings clipped and trade them in for the pedestrian leggings? And is there a correct response when a man you’ve just sexted gives you… feedback? If our answers this week don’t have you raising your oatmeal-brows, we hope you’ll raise a putrid pickley cocktail with us as we chug along through another Plus One.