Menopause hits like a freight train, and Menopod is your weekly ride.

This episode the over-50 brain has officially left the chat. Eliana loses her lip gloss, her patience, and maybe her mind in a urogynecology waiting room run by bitchy baby bouncers guarding old-lady vaginas like VIP passes to Coachella. Leora discovers freckles are now “sunspots,” adult teeth demand Tooth Fairy payouts, and husbands cling to hole-y underwear held together by hope.

Twin-urn drama sparks existential panic, parking lots nearly become true-crime scenes, and Leora plots to abandon her minivan alongside her youth.

Plus: Cluttercore is now trendy, which means Eliana’s piles of crap are officially fashionable. And breaking news: hormones might finally get the green light instead of a black box. Hope! Maybe! Tune in!

It’s insane. It’s menopausal. And it’s exactly what you need.

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