Sara Glick mounts the WIOX staircase like Liberty at the barricade, with Steve and Raw Dog, sans culottes, in her wake. Like all good examinations, it starts with rubber gloves and ends in epiphany, scouring all nooks and crannies between. Kardashians, Kant, faith versus will, eye-boogers, vagi-slips, dark meat. It's murky and damp, but don't worry; Sara has a headlamp and galoshes.