As a symbol of working class resilience and voice of The People, I wanted to share with you why my getting blackballed out of industry showcases during my senior year at acting school must be rectified not for the sake of my personal gain—but for justice.

The mind is a terrain that is vast and nebulous, and memory can emerge in tact and full of significance after years of lying dormant. Was curious who all here has almost been kidnapped?

Putting the “nah” in Uttanasana.

Some cults brainwash you into letting people whom you perceive as relatively privileged get away with individually abusing you because their wealth is spiritualized into a blank check for virtue.

Other cults brainwash you into letting people whom you perceive as relatively oppressed get away with individually abusing you because their systemic oppression is spiritualized into a blank check for virtue.

One encounter illuminates ideology of the latter at a yoga class in 2015.

Truly, karma is instructive to us all—if by “karma”, we mean a man in a spy van who bribes yoga substitute teachers to give you back spasms.

In this episode, the author chronicles how a central, New York City branch of the United States Post Office has, on three occasions, actively thwarted enrollment in package delivery for her P.O. Box so that she remains forced to give out her home address.

When asked if such occurrences are normal for this major NYC Post Office, the Postal clerk consulted on the day prior to this episode’s recording stated, “I’ve never seen this before.”

Bonus colorful rants about her failed acting career and the time the USPS sent back all her Degas Christmas postcards in 2020.

In spite of it all, the author is a loyal customer of the United States Postal Service.

Someone erased my yoga mat in 2015 and I still can’t hep but feel attacked.

In this special, Fourth of July Episode, we explore whether Scientology Fair Game was being used to spark a very different Fourth of July Episode in the author—the psychotic kind that usually takes place at Target and winds up on YouTube. Fortunately, I deftly outmaneuvered the Church’s real or imagined attempts yet again—but, as always, questions remain.

In most cases, it’s better to risk romantic rejection and use it as a learning experience rather than record a conspiracy theory podcast accusing your crush of being the central honeytrap in an elaborate multi-interest black-ops. That is why following my instincts has been all the more crucial in this highly unusual process.

Did a project, called “The Suicide Tape,” cast me during my junior year at NYU for clandestine purposes, in case Scientology ever needed to murder me and stage it as a suicide—or am I just a crappy actor? Obviously, the first option is the correct one. Trigger Warning.

Unfortunately, as we all know, dancing is forbidden. Think of this as less of a witch hunt and more of a witch inquiry.

When a train conductor purposely dumps you at the wrong stop on the last train of the night…is it an assassination attempt…or stealth marketing for the “American Traitor” novel?