In a world of Marry Me’s, be a Pam and Tommy. Both of these buzzy projects explore the world where celebrity, sex, and privacy collide, and in this ep we cannonball harder than shallow Hal’s girlfriend into these themes, how the media treats one versus the other, and my personal J. Lo story that ties it ALL together. Kumbaya, bitch, and may your week bring more excitement than the entirety of J.Lo’s romcom that has sexual chemistry equivalent to a grain of sand. Cheers.

What happens when you get two tri-state chicks who've worked in Hollywood, may (or may not) have dated celebs, and truly give very little f*cks in speaking their mind? This surprise Friday ep drop, baby. Welcome Kerry Schwartz (@comfywithkerry), a writer/director/former reality TV star/all-around hustler, as we discuss her new book, Series of Unfortunate Men, and truly flip EVERY "acceptable" narrative around masculinity, victimhood, women's sex lives, and mental health on. its. head. TGIF is right.

Sticking it to the man never looked so embarrassing. Just ask your friends in the fashion industry at Levi’s or your pals in the music biz like Neil Young. Here’s what’s happened now that the taste makers in pop culture, once known as anti-establishment badasses, have traded groupies and pushing the envelope for appeasing and tucking Twitter in at night. Leave it to Kanye to be the last man standing when it comes to sticking it to the man, and even he can’t catch a break. Smh.

Joe Rogan. Whoopi. Language. Pros and cons of Hollywood. Candace Owens's baffling war with feminism. And for the finale: the Adidas titty campaign I didn't ask for. Conner Moore, host of Politically Homeless, is here. He arguably gives even less f*cks than I do... and we hit it all, if you know what I mean. Happy Freaky Friday, bitches.

^ It's an honest question, people. And it's among the many I have during and after this very candid chat with star Clark Backo of Amazon's new (ACTUALLY funny) rom-com I Want You Back. We go there and talk about: the line of impact vs. virtue signaling (NO place in a rom-com, ty), cringey Hollywood quotas and when Clark was cast because she was "the right kind of black," why she calls BS on sentiments Joe Francis recently shared on my show about Me Too, and, yes, balls in sweatpants.

While getting ready to sue part of the mainstream media's ass, the Barstool founder and I get into the nitty gritty of Me Too, masculinity vs. respect, women's sexuality vs. exploitation... and has cancel culture caused him to reel it back? Welcome to Cancel Me, Baby to the Pres himself.

Tom Brady's Patriots snub, Whoopi's views of the Jews, Sean Penn's shade to men, and the Joe Rogan Spotify uproar. Each case shows us how people are set in their views, one way or another. And while the growing thought control is scarier to me than my upcoming taxes, I also wonder: how much is it up to us to meddle with those views?

On this sneaky Sunday morning ep drop, I'm emerging from your Keurig to discuss why my conversation with an OG housewife has me feeling a type of way about Bravo firing one of their own last week AND I reflect on a part of my Playboy feature I haven't discussed and why it gives a unique view of A&E's new docuseries about Hef. Pass me a pipe and/or latte. And network interns, beware. (Recorded Wed, 1/26)

Raging misogynist? Truth-telling genius? You decide. The media mastermind behind Girls Gone Wild is here for a convo that is most definitely NSFW. (Not suitable for wokeness.) We discuss: why the famous franchise would never fly today (how ironic given Only Fans and IG), sexual differences between men and women, Me Too's adverse effect in Hollywood, how the Kardashians allegedly *really* feel about the movement (yikes), overbearing lesbians, who controls who in showbiz, his theory on our culture's REAL misogynists, celebs' behind-the-scenes disdain of woke lyfe, the actual advice he got from Harvey Weinstein (VILE), and more. It's Joe Francis, everybody.

My reaction to Vulture's viral new profile on the controversial Buffy the Vampire Slayer creator and why it got me thinking: Does one have to be a lil crazy to be a true artist? Or is it just that in Hollywood, the unhinged are in plain sight?