In an attempt to understand the Kids Today, what with their YooToobs and SnapToks and all that jazz, I did a podcast!
Do you "do" a podcast, though? I didn't record a podcast, because I just talked and other people recorded it, and it wasn't my podcast, it was my dear dear friend Amy S. Bridges' podcast, We Are Still Hungry. Amy is better known here on ye olde blob as the person responsible for That Time I Shared Fried Calamari With The Late Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, back when my life was probably a lot more interesting and blob-worthy. Oh, and it was also Amy's friend Paula's podcast, who is now my friend because I spilled wine all over her kitchen table in an Essential Tremor-y fit and she didn't care at all, or at least was gracious enough to pretend she didn't. She also owns enviable kitchen towels and an adorable wee doggo.
Anyway, we got very real about mental illness and suicidal ideations, and what it's like to live your life after attempting to end it. Also: feminism and boy children, because you know I can't go a full hour without being a radical liberal commie hellbent on the destruction of the patriarchy for at least 10 minutes or so.
(I also can't be trusted to go a full hour without making a complete ass of myself too: There was supposed to be a fun segment on makeup and I brought my new Fenty foundation primer and was totally RAVING about it, and then the very next day I put my glasses on and realized that no, it wasn't foundation primer, it was actual foundation in the lightest, whitest shade in the world. I'd been slapping a full layer of foundation on my face and then topping it with another layer of foundation.)
In my defense, look at this white text labeling nonsense:
C'mon, Rihanna! How about a little middle-aged lady eyesight inclusivity here?
Also in my defense, I looked fucking flawless as hell! So let's change my over-40 makeup tip to "just slap on two full coats of full-coverage foundation" every day, and/or maybe get your eyes re-checked.
So! Go listen! And get ready to get super uncomfortable because the sound of my actual voice is probably not even close to the one you hear in your head when you read my writing! Hell, it doesn't even sound like the voice I hear coming out of my actual mouth.