Apparently 20 years ago was the 2000s, and frankly, we’d like to speak to management. This week we’re revisiting the things our childhood gave us — low-rise jeans, microscopic eyebrows, frosted blue eyeshadow, boy bands, Blockbuster, MySpace top eights, and AIM away messages — and deciding what deserves a comeback and what needs to stay respectfully buried. Somewhere between Ethel the sourdough starter needing prayer, laundry crimes, pumpkin spice arriving entirely too early, and several deeply held unpopular opinions, we also get into the real stuff: standing up for yourself, owning your mistakes, and why being “the bigger person” doesn’t mean becoming everybody’s doormat. Pull up a chair — preferably one that survived the 2000s.

This week, the group chat has officially spilled into the podcast. We’re talking back-to-school chaos, who’s most likely to get arrested, who’s bringing the bail money, and why Kayla’s coffee apparently needs 14 pumps of sugar and a prayer. Then the unpopular opinions start flying — Hocus Pocus slander, black coffee supremacy, fireworks, cabbage soup, and enough childhood fear to keep a therapist booked solid. Somehow, we land on the real stuff: why adult female friendship shouldn’t feel like a competition and how to love your people even when their opinions are deeply, deeply wrong. Pull up a chair — preferably with a pro-con list.

Welcome to the group chat — unfortunately, there’s no leaving now. In our first full episode, we’re telling the story of how five cheer moms became best friends, who was strategically adopted into the group, and why apparently nobody had a choice in the matter. From unhinged Google searches and tracking each other’s locations to questionable retirement plans, and an entirely unnecessary deep dive into a man made of wicker, we cover exactly zero topics in a straight line. Pull up a wicker chair, y’all. The chaos has officially begun.

Hey y’all — congratulations, you’ve officially been added to the group chat. In this quick intro, meet the five women behind The Chaos Section and find out how cheer moms in three different states somehow became the kind of friends who know entirely too much about each other. We’ve got opinions, stories, questionable decisions, and microphones now, which feels mildly irresponsible. Pull up a chair.