Bed Rotting
You’re not bed rotting. You’re doing great, sweetie. Amanda and Melissa discuss the social media phenomenon of naming everything to be a negative mental health issue when really bitches just tired.
She Met Tori
We REVIVE Season 7 with a conversation ripe for eavesdropping. Amanda met [italics, bold, underline] Tori Amos. You already know. She was tripping! And Melissa was like YOU DID THAT, FRIEND! LMAO. *heart emojis*
Paired
…and we’re back! Welcome to season 7 of your favorite podcast you almost forgot about because these MFs were gone so long we bet you thought there were Problems In The Relationship. See what we did there? Fear not, stranger-friends! The brand is strong! (This was our crap attempt at clickbait. Literally no one thought there were problems, LOL). On this episode of Imperfect Strangers, Melissa and Justin explore a new app to bring them closer in their marriage after an argument. On the second half, Amanda chaperones a field trip to Washington DC and based on the children’s behavior within the first hour, she has “ragrets.” If you’re here and you’re listening, thanks for waiting. We appreciate you. This is the part where you reply, “No problem!” Get it? Because there are no problems in the relationship. Yeah OK, we’ll stop. Enjoy.
Reflections
Amanda and Melissa reflect on the making of this podcast and their subsequent warm and fuzzy friendship as they hit their sixth season finale and 120th episode. This has been a really great run-on sentence. Melissa and Amanda also answer listeners’ unresolved questions from previous episodes. *CONFETTI* A little post-script to say rest in power to the legend DJ Casper, creator of the iconic Cha Cha Slide. He passed this week and we found out while editing the episode, looking for the sound clip we included here. That song is a gift.
Come on Barbie
Man, we feel like women! Don’t listen to this episode if you haven’t seen Barbie yet. Amanda and Melissa unpack this pretty pink masterpiece. Spoilers ahead. Highly recommend. Also, Melissa here with a NY Times Correction: Justin Beck would kill me if I didn’t correct the official record to say that he never wore a puka shell necklace while singing at me with an acoustic guitar between any college years 1995 through 2000.