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  • 282. The Allure of Sex with Non-Humans (NSFW)

    282. The Allure of Sex with Non-Humans (NSFW)
    Nov 3 2026
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    Nancy and Sarah talk about Wicker, the new fantasy-romance hit, and all the other blockbusters about loving non-humans: A Court of Thorns and Roses, Fifty Shades of Grey, plus the female empowerment anthems about singlehood sometimes made famous by, umm, married women. They also talk about why it’s so difficult to write and talk about real human-to-human sex. Sarah squicks out Nancy (again.)

    Also discussed:

    * Sarah wants more Richard E. Grant

    * Nancy wins with “Ode to Peanut Butter”

    * Everyone hates wicker furniture

    * Taylor Swift is the best memoirist of the 21st century

    * Steely Dan… wuh?

    * Dating shows are for women what fantasy football is for men

    * What’s wrong with Miley Cyrus’s “Flowers”? Discuss

    * Bunnies!

    Plus, young women and Instagram validation, the inanimate object Nancy would marry, hot boxes that could not be more opposite, and much more!

    Yes, Nancy’s sound is bad. But at least it’s bad in a different way! (We’re working on it)

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    And now for an old school palate cleanser…
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    29 min
  • 281. France, Norm Macdonald, and the Abyss of History

    281. France, Norm Macdonald, and the Abyss of History
    Oct 26 2026
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    What’s going on in France? “Portlandx10,” Nancy texted Sarah, who misremembered it as “Portland x 1000.” Close enough! Things in France are wild, fast-moving — but where are things headed? The journo babes talk revolution: the Old School ones, American vs. French, the thwarted underground radical ones of the ‘70s (Weather Underground etc), and the incandescence of crowd violence. Nancy shares gripping on-the-ground stories from Portland circa 2020. Sarah references Hamilton.

    Also: Sarah has fallen for the ghost of Norm Macdonald — a hilarious, gorgeous, unavailable, self-hating, doomed genius? SIGN HER UP. Though Douglas Murray does get her hot in the pants (again, tragically, because he’s gay). Then Nancy gets steamy when Bobby Canavale is mentioned. Don’t get us started on Lafayette.

    Also discussed:

    * “Dumbolina”

    * Zee Francch, zey do not like zee Sarah

    * The Brits, they have a way.

    * “I think they’re just mad at their parents”

    * Peaceful vs. chaotic

    * “Everything is a doomed project”

    Plus, Nancy takes up “old lady” modeling, The Decemberist’s Colin Meloy is one cool dude, and Nancy loved You Can See Everything because of course she did!
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    50 min
  • Reporter’s Notebook #2: Who She Took With Her

    Reporter’s Notebook #2: Who She Took With Her
    Oct 18 2026
    Another Reporter’s Notebook, about a feature article that more than any other exemplifies why you can never pre-decide what the story is. I still recall shaking when I got to my car after sitting with Nancy’s former husband in his office at USC and physically shaking as I told my editor, “The story is not what we thought it was. It’s who she took with her.” It appeared on the cover of the LA Weekly, and is reprinted below.A new Reporter’s Notebook every Sunday when you become a paid subscriberAlso discussed:* The five-year-old on acid in Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards BethlehemThe HMS Bounty, the bar where I sat with Alex (maybe this exact booth), Nancy’s sonYou can find fantastic stories everywhere. In Los Angeles, they verily run into your arms. Buy the book!Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup, by John Carreyrou“The Elizabeth Holmes Documentary, Through the Eyes of the Reporter Who Exposed Her,” by John Carreyrou (New York TimesWHO SHE TOOK WITH HER: The Husband, the Son, the Boyfriend… a Drunk’s Tale, by Nancy RommelmannOn December 12, 1948, Nancy Schorn was born into privilege. Her father was the chief financial officer of the plumbing conglomerate American Standard, and her mother was active in charitable work. The family lived on a five-acre estate on Long Island’s North Shore, in Cold Spring Harbor, a town not unlike Daisy Buchanan‘s West Egg: Nancy was a member of three yacht and country clubs, and, like Daisy, was considered by one admirer to have been “the most beautiful person I had ever seen . . . she had almost an aristocratic air of confidence and elegance.” She attended the college-preparatory Westover School for Girls, and later enrolled at Boston University, where she met and married an MIT engineering student who would go on to an esteemed career at USC. She lived in Europe. She had a son. Upon her parents’ deaths, she inherited a great deal of money.On December 29, 2000, Nancy was sleeping adjacent to a parking lot near the Santa Monica Pier, where she was run over by a first-time driver who claimed she swerved to miss a cat. Nancy suffered a compound fracture of the right leg, a crushed skull and the loss of an eye.Nancy was sleeping by the beach because she‘s homeless, and she’s homeless because she‘s a chronic alcoholic. For the better part of 20 years, she’s been one of Santa Monica‘s indigent population, one of the thousands of panhandlers you might pass by and think, What a dirtbag or, if you are feeling charitable, There but for the grace of God. While even the ungenerous among us understand that people wind up on the streets for myriad reasons, we do tend to distinguish them, perhaps in a bid at self-protection, as organically different from ourselves. The filth, the aimlessness, allow us to objectify them as “other” at best, disposable at worst.To most passersby, Nancy is little more than a fleeting sidewalk annoyance — toss her a quarter and forget about her. But what about those who don’t have the luxury of forgetting? Those who live with an intimate awareness of her past as well as her present? Those who tried to save her from herself, and who were abandoned by her? The pain Nancy has visited upon herself is exceeded, perhaps, by what she‘s visited upon others.“You don’t have a few bucks on you, do you?” Accepting a cigarette instead, Nancy tears off the filter while taking the summer sun in the concrete courtyard of Harbor Convalescent Hospital. At 100 pounds, she‘s a tiny thing, swimming in the only clothes she has, a pair of cut-off sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt with flowers on it. Seven months after the accident, she’s still in a wheelchair, her leg immobilized by an external fixator, the bones held in place by steel pins driven directly into her shin and thigh. Through her lank gray hair, one can see a road map of stitches.“My scalp is like the Rocky Mountains.” She cackles lightly, her voice scorched with nicotine. “My cheekbones are supposed to be parallel. I don‘t really have much of a mouth left. I lost teeth.”Nancy’s remaining eye, an intense ice-blue, is engaged and animated. When asked about the damaged eye, she lifts the black patch. It‘s a puckered hole.“It’s dead, there‘s nothing they can do about it,” she says dismissively, waving her hand. “I don’t need very much. The treatment for [the leg] is dumping hydrogen peroxide on it, that‘s it. I get a minimal amount of painkillers here, Tylenol 3s. Not enough.” Nancy draws deeply on her cigarette, and her eye takes on the mischievous cast of a little girl who knows she’s asking for something naughty. “What I want is Percocet.”What she really wants is a drink, preferably E&J brandy. “I drank for about two weeks here in the hospital. It was easy. Just ask someone, ‘Are you going to the store?’” She cackles again. “But I got caught, and threatened with being outed, outsky, out, out, ...
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    25 min
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