Podcasts about Victoria Beckham

(Re)découvrez en intégrale les meilleures saisons de A La Folie, Pas Du Tout, le podcast qui vous fait explorer les plus beaux moments d'amours... comme les pires. Un couple parfait(ement) névrosé Voici la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamours de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection. Ecoutez la saison précédente : Tonya Harding et Jeff Gillooly : la revanche du vilain petit canard podcast Bababam Originals Production : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Mathew Roques Première diffusion : 23 avril 2024. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, découvrez la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamours de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection. Un couple parfait(ement) névrosé En 2013, à 38 ans, David raccroche le maillot après une brillante carrière qui l'a vu devenir l'un des Dieux vivants du football. Mais quand on a tout donné à sa carrière ; quand on a passé sa vie entière sur un terrain, à se dépenser physiquement plusieurs heures par jour ; quand on a touché les étoiles… comment faire pour gérer l'arrêt soudain de toute cette effervescence ? Le corps mais aussi le mental en prennent un coup... Ecoutez la saison précédente : Princesse Diana et Dodi Al Fayed, tragédie d'une romance ultra médiatique Un podcast Bababam Originals Production : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Mathew Roques Suivez-nous sur Flipboard SOURCES : La série-documentaire "Beckham" sur Netflix (2023) "Le chaos au mariage de Brooklyn Beckham et Nicola Peltz se retrouve au tribunal", 20 Minutes, publié le 14/03/2023 Première diffusion : 26 avril 2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, découvrez la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamours de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection. Au pays de la corrida, Victoria voit rouge En 2003, David quitte du jour au lendemain l'équipe de Manchester pour intégrer le Real Madrid, le célèbre club espagnol. Tandis que Victoria reste en Angleterre pour préparer correctement le déménagement de toute la famille, Becks se retrouve seul en Espagne. Et pour l'aider à faire face à cette nouvelle vie dans ce nouveau pays, une jolie assistante est rapidement embauchée... Ecoutez la saison précédente : Princesse Diana et Dodi Al Fayed, tragédie d'une romance ultra médiatique Un podcast Bababam Originals Production : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Mathew Roques Suivez-nous sur Flipboard SOURCES : La série-documentaire "Beckham" sur Netflix (2023) "Le chaos au mariage de Brooklyn Beckham et Nicola Peltz se retrouve au tribunal", 20 Minutes, publié le 14/03/2023 Première diffusion : 25 avril 2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, découvrez la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamours de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection. L'ennemi public numéro 7 Juillet 1998. Lors du dernier match face à l'Argentine, Becks s'est pris un carton rouge. A cause de cette faute, l'équipe d'Angleterre s'est vue disqualifiée de la compétition. Au moment où il s'engouffre dans l'avion pour se rendre aux Etats-Unis, le carton rouge et la défaite de l'Angleterre font la Une de tous les médias du pays. David l'ignore mais la shitstorm anti-Beckham ne fait malheureusement que commencer… Et Victoria en sera inévitablement une victime collatérale. Ecoutez la saison précédente : Princesse Diana et Dodi Al Fayed, tragédie d'une romance ultra médiatique Un podcast Bababam Originals Production : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Mathew Roques Suivez-nous sur Flipboard SOURCES : La série-documentaire "Beckham" sur Netflix (2023) "Le chaos au mariage de Brooklyn Beckham et Nicola Peltz se retrouve au tribunal", 20 Minutes, publié le 14/03/2023 Première diffusion : 24 avril 2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, redécouvrez la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamours de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection. Droit au but Mars 1997, Manchester. Le match de foot opposant l'équipe de Manchester United à celle de Chelsea s'achève sur une égalité à la 90è minute. Dans les gradins, deux Spice Girls et leur manager se lèvent pour aller saluer les joueurs de Manchester. A cette époque, les Spice Girls sont mondialement connues grâce à leur premier tube Wannabe sorti un an plus tôt. C'est là que David Beckham et Victoria Adams, alias Posh, se rencontrent. Becks and Posh, comme on les surnomme, c'est l'une des love story les plus médiatisées de la fin des années 90... Mais à quel prix ? Ecoutez la saison précédente : Princesse Diana et Dodi Al Fayed, tragédie d'une romance ultra médiatique Un podcast Bababam Originals Production : Bababam Ecriture : Claire Loup Voix : François Marion, Lucrèce Sassella Réalisation : Mathew Roques Suivez-nous sur Flipboard SOURCES : La série-documentaire "Beckham" sur Netflix (2023) "Le chaos au mariage de Brooklyn Beckham et Nicola Peltz se retrouve au tribunal", 20 Minutes, publié le 14/03/2023 Première diffusion : 23 avril 2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Cette semaine, découvrez la face cachée de l'un des couples les plus glamour de la planète people, formé par David et Victoria Beckham. C'est l'histoire d'un amour qui fascine autant par sa longévité que par sa réussite… mais aussi par les failles apparues à de nombreuses reprises sous le vernis de la perfection… Rendez-vous sur toutes les plateformes d'écoute. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"Hi, it's us. You won't believe what we're doing." Pop fans, for our final episode of 2024 we absolutely couldn't miss celebrating 21 years of Victoria Beckham's final solo single (to date). Join Joel and David as they revisit one of their favourite solo Spice Girls eras: Victoria Beckham's double A-side single 'This Groove' / 'Let Your Head Go'. Two different vibes, two stunning music videos and live performance meauxments that dominated telly throughout December 2003 and January 2004. Posh went all out with the electro-pop dance banger 'Let Your Head Go' and the silky, R&B siren's bop 'This Groove', giving fans a taste of two potential bodies of work from her new record deal with Telstar Records. We revisit the lore of this era all the way through to the R&B-flavoured tracks exec produced by hip-hop mogul Damon Dash of Roc-A-Fella Records that were included on "The Réal Beckhams" DVD. Most infamously, 'Resentment', which was later covered by Beyoncé. What solo Spice Girls project should we revisit next? Let us know in the comments! Follow Right Back At Ya! https://www.instagram.com/rightbackpod/ https://twitter.com/rightbackpod https://www.facebook.com/rightbackpod Follow Joel https://www.instagram.com/dr_joelb/ https://twitter.com/DR_JoelB Follow David https://www.instagram.com/lovelimmy/ https://twitter.com/lovelimmy Email us rightbackpod@gmail.com

Pop fans, we've got one more festive season treat for you! Joel and David are back with a fun recap of a truly wild moment in television history. Let's head back to Christmas Day 2003 when Simon Fuller pulled out all stops for a one-off global competition: "World Idol". Hosted by Ant & Dec, this All Stars meets Eurovision style special brought together 11 Idol winners from around the world, including the UK's very own Will Young, American Idol Kelly Clarkson and Australia's own Guy Sebastian. Throw in some crazy judges comments for some extra drama (hello Simon Cowell and Pete Waterman!), plus, exclusive live performances from the one and only Victoria Beckham and Sir Elton John... and you've got one hell of a ride for Christmas and New Year's Day. Thank you for joining us this year! You best believe we have a jam-packed 2025 planned for you. Follow Right Back At Ya! https://www.instagram.com/rightbackpod/ https://twitter.com/rightbackpod https://www.facebook.com/rightbackpod Follow Joel https://www.instagram.com/dr_joelb/ https://twitter.com/DR_JoelB Follow David https://www.instagram.com/lovelimmy/ https://twitter.com/lovelimmy Email us rightbackpod@gmail.com

Fáilte ar ais chuig eagrán nua de Ar An Lá Seo ar an 9ú lá de mí Eanair, liomsa Lauren Ní Loingsigh. I 1996 bhí a lán tuilte sa tír agus dúradh go raibh siad chun teacht ar ais. Bhí Cluain Mheala an bhaile a bhí an chuid is mó damáiste déanta dó le a lán foirgneamh fós faoi uisce. I 2003 bhí Baile Átha Cliath ag ullmhú do chur isteach ó níos mó 300 tarracóir. Chuaigh na tarracóir chuig foirgneamh an rialtas de bharr gur ghearr siad a ioncam. I 1996 tháinig Eamon Gilmore amach le hinfheistiú mór sa turasóireacht I Sionainn. Fuair siad níos mó ná 8,000 punt chun cabhrú leis an chósta. I 2003 tháinig leabhar amach de mheánscoil ó Scariff agus mhol Pj Kelly an t-imeacht agus an leabhar ag cruinniú. Sin Eminem le Lose Yourself an t-amhrán is mó ar an lá seo i 2003. Ag lean ar aghaidh le nuacht cheoil ar an lá seo I 2003 dhíol pianó a bhí ag Elvis Presley do 685,000 dollar. Cheannaigh Michael Muzio an pianó chun é a úsáid ar a turas ceoil. I 2008 tháinig sé amach go raibh Victoria Beckham an duine is cáiliúla nach raibh aon tuiscint aici ar an bhfaisean. Tháinig an liosta amach gach bliain ó 1960. Agus ar deireadh breithlá daoine cáiliúla ar an lá seo rugadh Kate Middleton sa Bhreatain I 1982 agus rugadh aisteoir Nicola Coughlan I Gaillimh ar an lá seo I 1987 agus seo chuid de na rudaí a rinne sí. Beidh mé ar ais libh amárach le heagrán nua de Ar An Lá Seo.

Pop Culture Thursday!! In this jam-packed episode, Jared tackles the NBA Cup drama and offers his hilarious ideas on how to make it better. Then, he dives into Taylor Swift's birthday celebrations—what do you get for someone who has it all? Plus, Craig and Austen from Southern Charm open a bar, and Jared has thoughts. Stick around for listener emails, dating dilemmas, and, of course, a luxury lounge segment you don't want to miss. It's all the opinions you didn't know you needed, delivered with Jared's signature wit and humor!First up, Jared shares his excitement over an article about Craig Conover and Austin Kroll of Southern Charm, who just opened a new bar in Charleston, South Carolina. Jared's longtime friend Keith Benjamin is their partner in this venture, and he takes us down memory lane, sharing stories about their friendship, Keith's rise in the hospitality world, and how Charleston became Keith's playground for success. From opening Uptown Social to now co-owning The Cozy Den, Keith's journey inspires and entertains. Jared even includes an exclusive quote from Keith about the vibe, food, and freezing martinis at their new spot.But the fun doesn't stop there. Jared gives us his take on the bar's aesthetic, menu highlights (hello, French onion dip and fox wings), and what makes this bar a must-visit spot. Whether you're planning a bachelor party or just love elevated tavern food, The Cozy Den might be your next destination.Later, Jared switches gears to the world of NYC real estate—well, sort of. Supermodel Gigi Hadid's recent revelation about dealing with a rat problem in her New York apartment gets Jared talking about the universal woes of NYC living. Whether you're a billionaire or living in a tiny studio, it turns out no one is safe from the city's infamous rodent invasion.Jared unpacks the latest drama surrounding Vanderpump Rules alum Tom Sandoval. Jared humorously reflects on Sandoval's inability to escape his cheating reputation, questioning whether the public fight between Sandoval and his girlfriend, Victoria Lee Robinson, is just another ploy to keep his name in the headlines. Jared's take? “Tiger doesn't change his stripes—drama is Sandoval's natural habitat.”Next, Jared turns his sights on Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's Christmas card, sharing his own amusing tradition of ranking holiday cards with a friend. He critiques the inclusion of their production company, Archewell Productions, on the card, and questions the hype over a “rare photo” of their kids. His candid commentary pokes at the couple's balancing act between seeking privacy and leveraging their royal titles for public interest.Jared reads about Victoria Beckham clearing up plastic surgery rumors, marveling at how an interview about her nose becomes a full-blown PR moment to plug her contouring skills and beauty line. His lighthearted analysis, paired with witty skepticism, makes for an entertaining exploration of celebrity branding and public image.He dives into Jim Carrey's "retirement" comments and why the internet got it wrong, Timothée Chalamet's bold Bob Dylan-inspired look, and what makes him a showstopper on and off-screen. Then, Jared dissects the PR spectacle around Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift's relationship, decoding the art of the perfectly curated boyfriend narrative. Finally, he shares his take on the NBA Cup's declining ratings and why players (and fans) might need a reason to care.Email your favorite stories to jtrainpodcast@gmail.com or DM the pod on Instagram @jtrainpodcast

Hoda Kotb and Jenna Bush Hager sit down with three of the stars from a new show called, “The Later Daters.” Also, TODAY Style Correspondent, Zanna Roberts Rassi catches up with Victoria Beckham on the holidays, home life and business and beauty. Plus, Donna Farizan teams up with matchmaker Devyn Simone to kick start her dating life.

Royal fans are convinced that football legend David Beckham is on the verge of receiving a knighthood after his appearance at the Buckingham Palace state banquet. David and his wife, Victoria Beckham, were seen hand in hand as they walked through the palace alongside King Charles and Queen Camilla, with around 150 other distinguished guests in attendance.Unlock an ad-free podcast experience with Caloroga Shark Media! Get all our shows on any player you love, hassle free! For Apple users, hit the banner on your Apple podcasts app. For Spotify or other players, visit caloroga.com/plus. No plug-ins needed! Subscribe now for 'Palace Intrigue,' without interruptions and get bonus content from Deep Crown (our exclusive Palace Insider!) You'll also get 'Daily Comedy News,'  '5 Good News Stories' and the other podcasts on the network with no commercials! The bundle of over 20 podcasts is just $4.99 per month, or save 20% with a yearly plan at $49.99. Join today and help support the show! Subscribe to Deep Crown's free weekly editorial at: https://deepcrown.substack.com

Victoria Beckham has rocked endless red carpets, but when it came to attending a Buckingham Palace banquet on Tuesday, December 3, the fashion designer was visibly nervous. Listen here and learn more at OKmagazine.com. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Royal expert Ingrid Seward doesn't anticipate Meghan making up with Victoria Beckham any time soon, telling The Sun   "I only think they would reconcile if they come across each other, and I'm not sure that they really do."I think the Beckhams have distanced themselves from Meghan and Harry, but for the obvious reasons that we all know, you know Meghan and Harry are the descendant, not the ascendant." Unlock an ad-free podcast experience with Caloroga Shark Media! Get all our shows on any player you love, hassle free! For Apple users, hit the banner on your Apple podcasts app. For Spotify or other players, visit caloroga.com/plus. No plug-ins needed! Subscribe now for 'Palace Intrigue,' without interruptions and get bonus content from Deep Crown (our exclusive Palace Insider!) You'll also get 'Daily Comedy News,'  '5 Good News Stories' and the other podcasts on the network with no commercials! The bundle of over 20 podcasts is just $4.99 per month, or save 20% with a yearly plan at $49.99. Join today and help support the show! Subscribe to Deep Crown's free weekly editorial at: https://deepcrown.substack.com

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. Entaer The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. Entaer The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Over the past 20 years, Tara Cohen has driven innovation and strategy as a senior executive at The Estée Lauder Companies, directly influencing MAC Cosmetics, Becca, Tom Ford, and Victoria Beckham, as well as Revlon, L'Oréal, and Victoria Secret Beauty resulting in exponential, multi-channel growth for some of the world's most influential beauty brands. Now, as a C-Suite Executive, Founder, and Startup Advisor, Tara Cohen is reimagining global beauty through a multi-ethnic lens and human-centric approach. In this episode, Elizabeth Reid speak with Tara, a senior executive in the beauty industry. Tara is a native New Yorker and shares experience in roles at major beauty brands like MAC Cosmetics, her fine arts and advertising background, and early entrepreneurial ventures. She discusses product innovation, brand DNA, consumer needs, and market trends, while expressing her passion for startups and aspirations in beauty and wellness.

Victoria Beckham acaba de confesar el motivo por el que no sonríe en las fotos y Nacho García ha mostrado su empatía en la Carta a la ciudadanía de Cuerpos especiales.

Leanna Nazzisi, Senior Director of Customer Experience at Victoria Beckham Beauty, and Nino Cavenecia, Co-Founder and CEO of Swift CX join Mariah Parsons, Host of Retention Chronicles. Leanna discusses her journey from customer service to her current role, emphasizing the importance of personalized customer experiences. Nino shares his experience building customer support teams and the founding of Swift CX, which leverages AI to enhance customer service efficiency. They explore the integration of Swift CX with Malomo for seamless order tracking, enhancing customer experience and reducing support workload for the Victoria Beckham Beauty team. Both highlight the value of customer insights and the potential of AI to improve retention and brand loyalty. Episode Timestamps 7:46 Nino's Perspective on Customer Service Mariah asks Nina about her early career experiences in customer service. Nina explains the misunderstanding of the complexity of customer support within companies and the high expectations placed on support agents. She shares how she excelled in customer service by turning unhappy customers into satisfied ones and quickly moved into leadership roles. Nina highlights the value of customer insights from support teams and how she changed the narrative about support within companies. 13:22 Current Roles and Vision Mariah asks Nino about his current role and the founding of Swift CX. Nino explains his frustration with the effort required to get value from support tools and his desire to build a tool that leverages AI to deliver amazing customer experiences. He emphasizes the importance of making support operations efficient and high-quality without high effort or cost. Leanna shares her vision for Victoria Beckham Beauty, focusing on elevating customer experience and leveraging AI to free up time for support teams to handle more strategic tasks. 20:55 Integration of Swift CX and Malomo Mariah discusses the integration of Swift CX and Malomo, highlighting the benefits for customer experience. Nino praises Leanna's thoughtful approach to embedding AI in the customer experience and shares positive feedback from customers interacting with the AI bot. Leanna explains how the integration will help customers get immediate answers to common questions, freeing up support teams to handle more complex issues. Mariah and Leanna discuss the importance of providing a seamless and branded order tracking experience for customers. 40:54 Challenges and Opportunities in Customer Experience Mariah asks Leanna about the challenges and opportunities in her current role at Victoria Beckham Beauty. Leanna discusses the importance of providing a luxury experience with convenience and how AI can help achieve this. She emphasizes the need to free up time for support teams to handle more strategic tasks and improve customer satisfaction. Mariah and Leanna discuss the potential of AI to enhance customer experience and the importance of providing immediate and accurate information to customers. 42:44 Leveraging AI in Customer Support Mariah and Leanna discuss the potential of AI to enhance customer support and the importance of providing a seamless and branded experience. Leanna explains how AI can help customers get immediate answers to common questions and free up support teams to handle more strategic tasks. Mariah highlights the importance of providing a positive customer experience to build brand loyalty and improve retention. Leanna shares her vision for using AI to enhance customer experience and the potential benefits for Victoria Beckham Beauty.

Moe Howard David ripping to start the show. Victoria Beckham (aka Posh Spice) is behind the beaded curtain. Quick poll about Howard Stern show. 2nd POLL: What is the most overrated rock group of all time?

This week on The Kelly Alexander Show we are joined by our music editor Sharon Hyland talking about the effect of celebrity endorsements and if they actually help or hinder a candidate. Then Kelly chats to you about a fascinating collaboration when it comes to new Christmas music, Victoria Beckham getting a new docuseries and Adele wrapping up her Las Vegas residency after a two year run. Enjoy the conversation and thank you for listening!

Get ready for a behind the scenes look at the lives of Victoria Beckham and Jessica Simpson! Both ladies have docuseries in the works that will give us an inside look and their lives and careers with Jessica even making a return to music. Speaking of new music, Guns N' Roses will be working on new tunes next year and maybe they'll even produce a full album which would be their first since 2008. Kelly & Sharon also discuss Chappell Roan "manifesting" her appearance on Saturday Night Live and why Lady Gaga and Beyoncé should work together again. Thank you for listening! 

What do Kim Kardashian, Miley Cyrus, Serena Williams and Victoria Beckham have in common? Aside from being mega-rich celebrities, they are all fans of entrepreneur Olivia Carr's brand Shhh Silk. Olivia didn't have a huge marketing budget when she launched her online marketplace of silk pillow cases; instead, she harnessed the power of public relations. For instance, she flew to Los Angeles to personally gift the Kardashians a box of embroidered pillowcases. And it worked – the Kardashians used them and word spread around the world! Olivia shares the secrets of success from her book, ‘Self-Made: Build a BIG LIFE form a SMALL BUSINESS'. Business Essentials Daily is produced by: SoundCartelsoundcartel.com.au+61 3 9882 8333See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Aroma is the singular fragrance of Costa Brazil, one recognizable by its wooden box "bottle" and unforgettable by its deeply resinous and earthy... aroma. We have Francisco Costa on this episode to talk about his trips to the Amazon, which led to the creation of this very popular scent, and the importance of having a point of view through scent. [What we smell like today: Victoria Beckham 21:50 Reverie,  Forevr Mood You Remind Me]

On today's episode of The Therapy Crouch, it is very much NOT business as usual, as Abbey and Peter take the podcast on the road and are coming at you live(ish) and direct from the boogie bus!!We are sure you have a lot of questions about this unusual set up, but fear not, all will be revealed in due time! Even as they travel the length and breadth of the country in their very own boogie bus, Abbey and Peter are still on hand to answer any and all of our listener questions!Abbey gives her final verdict on the 2006 WAG era that propelled her into the spotlight alongside the likes of Victoria Beckham, Colleen Rooney and Cheryl!Abbey and Peter also have a chance to relive their youth, as a listener quizzes them on their favourite movies from the 80s era and hang around till the end where Pete gives his verdict on having to watch Abbey kiss on camera!Enjoy this very special edition of The Therapy Crouch!Want your question read on the pod? Hit the link below!https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1Mv3i0N5Jm1Kkjvd-4iUkpJEV1_Tisgq58siorNb9zS0/edit00:00 Intro03:40 Peter's Perfornances05:34 All About the 80s09:31 Pregnancy Problems12:55 Gift Giving16:01 Relationship Tip and Tricks18:33 Paranormal Experiences23:07 Hair Care25:25 Kiss CamTo contact us: Email: thetherapycrouch@gmail.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ thetherapycrouchpodcast/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/ @thetherapycrouch Website: https://thetherapycrouch.com/ For more from Peterhttps://twitter.com/petercrouchFor more from Abbeyhttps://www.instagram.com/abbeyclancyOur clips channelhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZntcv96YhN8IvMAKsz4Dbg Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

There was an alarming sight in Melbourne yesterday as a group of suspected neo-nazis rocked up to a pro refugee rally in the city. The former chief executive of the Abercrombie and Fitch clothing empire has been charged with sex trafficking. Intelligence officials have warned that Russia and Iran are considering stoking unrest in America after the upcoming presidential election. Abbie Chatfield and her musician boyfriend, Adam Hyde, have announced they're moving in together. David and Victoria Beckham paid cash to buy a mansion in Miami. There's a big change coming to tennis tournamentsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's a Satellite Sisters Favorite Episode ! Sheila Dolan visits Julie and Liz to fill us in on her daughter Ruth's NYC Wedding and give us a full Mother of the Bride report. Plus, Sheila makes the case for Victoria Beckham and her beauty regime. And Lauren Bates from Wild Terrains returns to fill us in on a hot new travel destination: Lisbon. And Julie has a few notes for Disney. Thank you to this week's Satellite Sisters sponsors. Please use these special urls and promo codes to support them and our show. This episode is brought to you by BetterHelp.  betterhelp.com/satellite  Navage, daily nasal therapy Navage.com/SISTERS and use our promo code SISTERS OSEA, clean beauty products OSEAMalibu.com, use code satsisters for 10 % off Earth Breeze, dissolvable laundry detergent sheets at earthbreeze.com/sisters Satellite Sisters links: All new Satellite Sisters Shop is open with all new merch. https://satellite-sisters-shop-5893.myshopify.com/ Go to the Satellite Sisters website here: https://satellitesisters.com On the website, subscribe to Pep Talk, the Satellite Sisters Newsletter. Subscribe to the Satellite Sisters YouTube Channel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVkl… JOIN OUR COMMUNITY: – Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/SatelliteSis… Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/satel… Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/satsisters/ Threads: https://www.threads.net/@satsisters Email: hello@satellitesisters.com Lian Dolan on Instagram @liandolan: https://www.instagram.com/liandolan/ Liz Dolan on Instagram @satellitesisterliz: https://www.instagram.com/satellitesi… Julie Dolan on @Instagram @julieoldesister https://www.instagram.com/julieoldestsister/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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In diesem Monat treffen sich bei uns zwei Frauen, die sich offenbar beide an abwegigen Geschichten erfreuen: Die eine macht aus eben solchen nämlich ganze Comedy-Programme und die andere hat berichtet, sie habe Victoria Beckham schon mal ohne Hose gesehen. Welche zwei engelsgleichen Wesen uns hier wohl besuchen? Habt ihr's schon erraten? Lass uns gerne eine Bewertung da! Feedback, Freundschaftsbriefe & liebe Grüße an: 1plus1@swr3.de. Eine neue Folge gibt es jeden Mittwoch auf SWR3.de, in der ARD Audiothek und überall, wo es Podcasts gibt. Mehr Infos zum Podcast gibt es auf SWR3.de. 1 plus 1 – Freundschaft auf Zeit ist ein Podcast von SWR3. Produktion: Mit Vergnügen. Produktion: Lina Britt Bajorat und Jo Bischofberger Redaktion: Christina Gissi Winkler, Sandra Herbsthofer und Annamaria Herkt Technische Betreuung: Maximilian Frisch Schnitt & Mix: Sebastian Wellendorf und Maximilian Frisch Sprecher*in: Maximiliane Hecke und in den Teasern Max Richard Leßmann Line Producer: Lisa Golinski und Marc Bürkle Außerdem an diesem Podcast beteiligt: Matze Hielscher, Maxi Stumm und Amelie Kern

Mewn rhaglen arbennig i nodi 40 mlynedd o Beti a'i Phobol, Beti George sy'n holi ei mab Iestyn George am ei waith gyda NME, GQ, marchnata'r Manic Street Preachers yn y dyddiau cynnar, ac am ei fagwraeth ganddi hi. Fe gyflwynodd Jamie Oliver i sylw'r byd, ac roedd yna ar ddechrau perthynas David a Victoria Beckham. Mae bellach yn darlithio ym Mhrifysgol Brighton ac yn Dad i ddau.

Introduction: Minutes 0 to 5:45 Chandra and I both watched The Perfect Couple and loved it! Chandra also loved the fourth season of Emily in Paris.  Royals: Minutes (5:45) to 24:15 After our last podcast Kate released a video with her family announcing that she was cancer free. It was self absorbed and the British media criticized her for it. King Charles is said to have disapproved too. It was reportedly Kate's idea, which makes a lot of sense. There were stories after that about how we weren't going to see Kate for a while and how her schedule wasn't going to get back to normal until the spring. We heard that she went to a ballet performance recently and that she's been having private meetings. This week Kate and William helped grant a 16-year-old cancer patient's wish to photograph an investiture ceremony, which was really nice. The Waleses were possibly motivated by Harry's recent press and the comments from Buckingham Palace about Kate's video. Last week Prince Harry was in New York for a series of appearances. He also was on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon to tour his haunted house, which was fun. Cameron Walker of GB News tweeted that Harry is a veteran and that he was surprised that he got scared for that reason. Over the weekend Harry dipped in and out of London to attend the WellChild Awards. He didn't see his dad at all. When we recorded Harry was visiting Lesotho and South Africa. While Harry was getting so much positive press in New York, the British press tried to attack the Sussexes on two fronts. One was that Harry and Meghan must be having relationship problems because Meghan wasn't with him on these trips. We heard she was sick maybe she has covid and/or she just wanted to stay home with the kids. Then they dusted off that old chestnut about Meghan being mean and making her staffers cry by asking them to do their jobs and sending them email. It was unhinged and they got some US outlets to run it this time, including The Hollywood Reporter. They got one specific story about Meghan allegedly screaming at a florist in 2018, however the florist for her wedding went on the record to say it was great to work with her. The lack of specifics about what Meghan allegedly did is so telling. The Sussexes pushed back against these lies with an US Weekly cover story including quotes from people who work with them and went on the record. Of course Meghan and Harry are thoughtful, kind bosses. The reaction to the US story was unhinged. We wonder why The Hollywood Reporter parroted British talking points about Meghan circa 2018. William tried doing a bunch of stuff as Harry was getting press. He posed in front of some new London Air Ambulance Charity helicopters with David Beckham and he visited a company called Enso where he changed a tire. This week there was a story that Victoria Beckham doesn't like Meghan, but it seemed manufactured by the press. Prince William tried to poach Chef Jose Andres by putting him on the board of Earthshot, but Andres made it clear that he's still good friends with Harry. William still has that unattractive patchy beard because he wants Harry's style and life. Comments of the Week: Minutes (24:15) to end Kaiser's comment of the week is from sevenblue on the post where Tom Parker Bowles calls Charles “the loveliest man in the world.” Here's a link the photos Chandra mentioned where Camilla is scratching her vag. I remember when Camilla went maskless to a cooking event right after Charles tested positive for covid. My comment of the week is from Pinkosaurus on the post about Olivia Nuzzi filing a complaint with the FBI against her ex-fiance. Thanks for listening bitches!

In this forever changing digital age we live in new ways to be offended. We unpack Victoria Beckham cropping out her son's new girlfriend from an Instagram photo. And our Missing Word comp continues, with more guesses added...    See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In episode 138 of the Glow Journal podcast, host Gemma Dimond talks to the co founder of Augustinus Bader, Professor Augustinus Bader. The Augustinus Bader brand turned over $7 million USD in 2018, the year it launched. Within 2 years that figure had grown to $70 million, and this year it's reported that sales will have topped $130 million. That is the power of Augustinus Bader, both the man and the brand, the latter having won over 120 beauty industry awards since launch, including being named The Greatest Skincare of All Time by WWD. Professor Bader, however, never intended to enter the beauty industry. Following over 3 decades of work in medicine and garnering global acclaim for his work with burns victims, it was in 2013 that he met French financier Charles Rosier who saw his work and began the two year process of convincing the Professor to start a skincare brand with him. The term “cult brand” gets thrown around a little loosely in beauty, but that truly is the status Augustinus Bader has reached. This is a man who said “yes” to developing skincare almost entirely so he could self-fund future medical innovations, but whose products have become so, so popular that he is now a frequent collaborator of Victoria Beckham and has grown the product line from 2 face creams to somewhere between 30 and 40 SKUs.In this conversation, Professor Bader shares how he took a hospital grade burn cream and made it into a shelf stable luxury beauty brand, how his collaborations with both Victoria Beckham and Sofia Coppola came to fruition, and what exactly his patented TCF8 technology can actually do for the skin. Read more at glowjournal.comFollow Augustinus Bader on Instagram @augustinusbader.Stay up to date with Gemma on Instagram at @gemdimond and @glow.journal, or get in touch at hello@gemkwatts.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

La Dupla, convertida en un tridente, ha incluido esta mañana a Bob Pop en las valoraciones que, sobre el fútbol y la vida, llevan a cabo todos los lunes Galder Reguera y Rafa Cabeleira. Imitando su sección "Cuenta con Bob", en el que da respuestas a todas las preguntas de su legión de oyentes, Bob Pop ha contestado en La Dupla todas las cuestiones que les preocupan a a Galder y Rafa (y algunas más). Es entonces cuando nos hemos dado cuenta de que Bob, rebautizado en alusión a Guardiola, como Bob Pep, no sabía que Xavi Hernández ya no era el entrenador del Barça; que no tiene muy claro que Vinícius Jr no tenga algo que ver con el cantante Vinícius de Moraes o el descubrimiento de cómo conoció a su pareja, campeón de Europa de fútbol gay, lo que, ha asegurado, "Me convirtió de alguna manera en la Victoria Beckham de aquel campeonato". 

In honor of the release of In Vogue: The 90s, a six-part retrospective that covers all of the pivotal moments in fashion from that decade, The Run-Through is sharing an episode from the podcast of the same name (originally aired in 2020) that inspired the new docuseries. The 90s, a pivotal decade when fashion and mainstream culture collided, can best be understood through the invention of the supermodel. The fashion models who rose to prominence at the turn of the decade, transforming into supermodels, married the fashion industry with mainstream pop culture.Episode 1: The Rise of The Supermodel features guest interviews with Victoria Beckham, Garren, Tonne Goodman, and Camilla Nickerson. From Vogue's editorial team: Mark Holgate, Laird Borrelli-Persson, and Nicole Phelps. See the iconic 1991 Versace Fall 1991 Ready-to-Wear Collection here and learn more about the making of George Michael's “Freedom! ‘90s video. You can watch In Vogue: The 90s on Hulu and Disney+, out now. 

Subscribe to Mamamia Are your female friendships being sabotaged by affirmation culture? We discuss how it could be affecting your relationships and why you might need a ‘rage friend' in your life.  Plus, from make-up, to a brilliant read and a Jessie-endorsed true crime doco, we've got recommendations for you. And, we wrap up the week with our best and worst, which include a pet's death, a break-in, and a dodgy passport photo. What To Listen To Next:  Listen to our latest episode: The Prosecutor & The Angry Orange Man Listen: A Generational Argument About Wedding Etiquette Listen: Taylor, Travis & The Breakup Document Listen: Donuts, Bl*wjobs And The US Election Listen to Em Vernem on The Spill  Complete the survey for a chance to go in the running to win a $50 gift voucher Connect your subscription to Apple Podcasts  Sign up to the Mamamia Out Loud Newsletter for all our recommendations and behind-the-scenes content in one place.  Want to try our new exercise app? Click here to start a seven-day free trial of MOVE by Mamamia  What to Read:  Read: 'I didn't think there was anything wrong with my passport photo. Then I saw a video.' Read: 'Me and my "work wife" were best friends. Then she got promoted above me.' GET IN TOUCH: Feedback? We're listening. Send us an email at outloud@mamamia.com.au Share your story, feedback, or dilemma! Send us a voice message Join our Facebook group Mamamia Outlouders to talk about the show. Follow us on Instagram @mamamiaoutloud CREDITS: Hosts: Holly Wainwright, Jessie Stephens & Em Vernem Executive Producer: Ruth Devine Senior Producer: Emeline Gazilas Audio Production: Leah Porges Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Daily Quiz - Music Today's Questions: Question 1: Which 90's girl group was Victoria Beckham a member of? Question 2: The song 'The Man Who Sold the World' had a well-known cover by Nirvana, but who recorded the original? Question 3: Which hip-hop artist has the most Billboard Music Awards wins? Question 4: What song did M have a hit with in 1979? Question 5: Which American singer and songwriter released the studio album 'Erotica'? Question 6: Who had a hit in 1989 with Bust a Move? Question 7: What is the first name of the composer Elgar, who wrote the famous piece known as 'Pomp and Circumstance'? Question 8: Modern English had a one hit wonder in 1984 with which song? This podcast is produced by Klassic Studios Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you've got cash to burn, are looking for a boujee skincare recommendation, or just curious how the other half lives, then this is the episode of The Formula for you.  Melanie Grant is a renowned skincare expert, Victoria Beckham's personal facialist, and the visionary behind the globally recognised Melanie Grant Skin.  Today she takes us through her favourite luxe and affordable skin care recommendations, everything she puts on her face and the essential products everyone needs in their routine.  LINKS TO EVERYTHING MENTIONED: Victoria Beckham Beauty - The Daily Cleansing Protocol $200 Bioderma Sensibio H2O Soothing Micellar Water Cleanser $27.99 Cosmedix Purity Clean Exfoliating Cleanser $78 Augustinus Bader The Serum $303 IS Clinical • Pro-Heal Serum Advance+ $161 Medik8 C-Tetra Lipid Vitamin C Antioxidant Serum $86 Augustinus Bader The Rich Cream $468 Embryolisse Lait Creme Concentre $39.99 Avene Cicalfate+ Restorative Protective Cream $28.39 Weleda Skin Food $28.95 Augustinus Bader The Retinol Serum $583 Cosmedix Serum 16 Rapid Renewal Serum $145 Cosmedix Elite Serum 24 $185 Biologique-Recherche Amniotique Fundamental Hydration Serum $210 SUBSCRIBE:  Subscribe to Mamamia Sign up for our free You Beauty weekly newsletter for our product recommendations, exclusive beauty news, reviews, articles, deals and much more! Want to try our new exercise app? Click here to start a seven-day free trial of MOVE by Mamamia  GET IN TOUCH: Got a beauty question you want answered? Email us at youbeauty@mamamia.com.au or send us a voice message, and one of our Podcast Producers will come back to you ASAP. Join our You Beauty Facebook Group here. You Beauty is a podcast by Mamamia. Listen to more Mamamia podcasts here. CREDITS: Hosts: Erin Docherty Producer: Cassie Merritt  Audio Producer: Leah Porges Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Officially turning the page on our fall skincare routines this week with the help of Amy Koberling, the skin expert behind #skinthusiast: the podcast! Amy is a Miami-based dermatology physician assistant who works alongside esteemed board-certified dermatologist Dr. Leslie Baumann. As a next-gen skin pro, Amy has parlayed her passion for skincare beyond her 9-to-5 with her popular platform “Skinthusiast” - sharing her best skincare tips and tricks across her blog, YouTube, Tiktok and podcast (Pssst… Catch us over on #skinthusiast: the podcast where we're discussing fall trends this week!) Tune in to hear about: Fall into sunscreen. Why a tinted sunscreen may be more effective than one that's untinted, and the reason why Amy always applies her SPF as a last step Back to the gym! Amy's pre- and post- workout skincare routine to help avoid annoying breakouts this seasonTreatment Szn. Why Amy believes that certain lasers can be a waste of money for melasma sufferers, and what she does to treat her own conditionNever a dull moment. The best brightening serums that have actually helped with her hyperpigmentation – at every price point Eternal glow. The one fundamental skin truth Amy wishes she knew earlier! For any products or links mentioned in this episode, check out our website: https://breakingbeautypodcast.com/episode-recaps/ Related episodes like this: Celeb Facialist Shani Darden on the Three Treatments That Will Transform Your SkinMeet Esthetician Sofie Pavitt, The "IRL Face Tuner" Who's Magically Transforming People's SkinHow-To Build An Everyday Sunscreen Routine With Dermatologist Dr. Katie BeleznayPROMO CODES: When you support our sponsors, you support the creation of Breaking Beauty Podcast! Victoria Beckham BeautyFrom the beloved Satin Kajal Liner to the BabyBlade Brow Pencil, Victoria Beckham has some of our fave #damngood makeup bag staples. Visit victoriabeckhambeauty.com and use code BEAUTY at checkout for 20% off your first purchase*. *Some exclusions applyMedik8Medik8 is a clinically proven British skincare brand known for age-defying results. If you'd like to try Medik8's Liquid Peptides Serum – one of their best-selling products - you can visit Medik8.us for 20% off your first order with code BEAUTY at checkout. NYX CosmeticsNYX is generously offering an exclusive 30% discount for all of our listeners at nyxcosmetics.com with code Beauty30. Note that this offer will exclude any new or sale items on site during the time of the promo, cannot be stacked with other discounts and the offer expires September 30, 2024.NutrafolGet results you can run your fingers through! For a limited time, Nutrafol is offering our listeners $10 dollars off your first month's subscription and free shipping when you go to Nutrafol.com and enter the promo code BREAKING. *Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, all products reviewed are gratis media samples submitted for editorial consideration.* Get social with us and let us know what you think of the episode! Find us on YouTube, Instagram, Tiktok, Twitter. Join our private Facebook group, or give us a call and leave us a voicemail at 1-844-227-0302. And subscribe to our newsletter here so you don't miss our brand new “Monthly Favorites email.” Hosts: Carlene Higgins and Jill Dunn Theme song, used with permission: Cherry Bomb by Saya
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T. Kyle and Brad provide an update about T. Kyle's vegetable journey, Jennifer Lopez's divorce, VIctoria Beckham's Netflix docu-series, Addison Rae's 'He's All That,' High Fashion Editorial! featuring Charli xcx for SKIMS and Vogue Australia, Addison Rae for Lady Gaga, Bowen Yang interviewing Chappell Roan for 'Interview,' Chappell and Olivia Rodrigo, TikTok Talk featuring Miss Piggy, Zara Larsson, Sigala and 'Love Island,' "Die With a Smile" dance, Margo from Martin Downs, Bethenny's toaster rant, "Demure" Jools meeting RuPaul, new music from Shallou, LAMANT, SVE, Joel Corry, Utada Hikaru and Sam Smith, and Sabrina Carpenter's 'Short N Sweet' album, including Christina Aguilera praise and her "Taste" music video with Jenna Ortega. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In today's Glossys: Beyonce has threatened a cease and desist to the Trump campaign for using her song on social media. Neil Patrick Harris reveals how much he earned for How I Met Your Mother. Victoria Beckham is to get her own Netflix show. Taylor Swift has broken Michael Jackson's record with her The Eras Tour. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In today's throwback episode, we got some great tips to help you embrace your "Main Character Energy" all year round. Plus Kristina shares an epic story involving a magical Tesla, a lost purse, and a white fig tree that led her to realize her current house was meant to be. We also dive into the Beckham documentary and discuss why it's so captivating, and whether David and Victoria Beckham might have one of the greatest love stories of all time. Naturally, this leads us to chat about the Spice Girls. One of us channels Scary Spice, while the other embodies Posh Spice. Can you guess who's who?  Podcast episodes of Confident Collective drop every Tuesday. New episodes return September 3rd! Resources: Submit your question for the next Ask Away: Click Here Follow us on Instagram: @confidentcollective Follow the Hosts/Founders: @kristinazias & @raeannlangas Learn more: https://www.theconfidentcollective.com/ Stay in the know with our newsletter!  *Please note: This episode was recorded earlier, so any mentioned ads or discounts may no longer be available. Additionally, some topics, opinions, and advertisements may have changed since recording.

In this week's episode, we're re-airing one of our top episodes from last year with Anastasia Stare. Anastasia is an iconic beauty mogul, eyebrow queen, and founder/CEO of Anastasia Beverly Hills.From moving to the US from Romania without speaking any English with minimal financial means to founding one of the fastest-growing brands in the beauty industry, Anastasia's story is nothing short of incredible. Her brow-shaping technique, known as the Golden Ratio, placed her ahead of the curve, leading to what is now a celebrity favorite, a beloved product line, and billion dollar empire. Anastasia created a new category for brows in service, pushing through multiple instances of people not believing in her or her vision. Her path has been anything but easy, and today's conversation is an honest look at what it took to build her empire over the past 25-years. Anastasia's work has graced the faces of Jennifer Lopez, Kim Kardashian, Oprah Winfrey and Victoria Beckham, to name a few, and her brand has more than 20 million followers across Instagram, Twitter and TikTok.In this episode, Anastasia shares her story of courage and confidence, leaving the safety of working for other people to pursue her dreams and create a new category for eyebrows. Anastasia believes that failure is a necessary stop on the road to success and gets real about the mistakes she's made along the way. Her path has not been easy and we get a real behind the scenes look in her journey building her business to the cult-following brand it is today, and how with confidence and self-belief, anyone can realize their biggest passions and dreams.In this episode, we'll talk to Anastasia about:* Anastasia's upbringing and her female role models. [03:12]* Leaving Romania in search of a better life for herself and her family. [04:58]* Her first job in the US before becoming the Eyebrow Queen. [08:12]* Developing the Golden Ratio for eyebrows based on the fine art principle. [11:12]* Leaving the the salon to focus on her own endeavors. [18:09]* Starting a new line of products for herself. [28:37] * Failures on the road to success. [31:57]* Flipping houses, stocking Nordstrom, and flying all the time. [34:37]* Misconceptions around what business is actually like. [35:30]* Common mistakes made by women in business. [36:06]* Becoming the first beauty brand to have an online presence. [41:29]* Challenges of a family business and what she loves about working with her incredible daughter. [44:49]* Her hard-working and creative daughter, who is a cornerstone of the business. [48:01]* Self-funding the business and the decision to bring in an investor. [49:00]This episode is brought to you by beeya: * Learn more about beeya's seed cycling bundle at https://beeyawellness.com/free to find out how to tackle hormonal imbalances. * Get $10 off your order by using promo code BEHINDHEREMPIRE10Follow Yasmin:* Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yasminknouri/* Website: https://www.behindherempire.com/Follow Anastasia: * Website: https://www.anastasiabeverlyhills.com/* Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anastasiasoare/* Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anastasiabeverlyhills/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Victoria Beckham, a.k.a. Posh Spice, and her new daughter-in-law, billionaire heiress Nicola Peltz, made headlines when rumors of a bitter feud with Shakespearean-level drama surfaced during Nicola's wedding to Victoria's son, Brooklyn. Fans couldn't help but dissect every icy interaction and social media post. While the two women remained tight-lipped, insiders spilled the tea on what really went down. In this episode, we'll dive deep into the world of the ultra-rich and famous, uncover the truth behind the Beckham-Peltz rivalry, and explore what happens when two powerful families collide.Listen to Diss and Tell on the Wondery App or wherever you get your podcasts. Experience all episodes ad-free and be the first to binge the newest season. Unlock exclusive early access by joining Wondery+ in the Wondery App or on Apple Podcasts. Start your free trial today by visiting https://wondery.com/links/diss-and-tell/ now.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Jess & Jenn from Fat Mascara are here for the beauty podcasting collab of the century! We talk about the evolution of beauty related media, how they've seen the industry change, and all the major tips & tricks they've picked up from all the founders and icons they've interviewed throughout the years. Plus, Y2K nostalgia, chunky highlights, and the beauty counters of their childhoods. Hosts (and friends) Jessica Matlin and Jennifer Sullivan are the hosts of the incredible beauty podcast, Fat Mascara. Fat Mascara leads the global beauty conversation with candor, humor, and unparalleled access to the celebrities, experts, and industry insiders who make the beauty world turn. They're giving you sharp analysis of the news and trends, advice, and product recommendations on Wednesdays. And on Fridays, they interview people involved in the big business of beauty like Victoria Beckham, Kim Kardashian, and Jessica Alba, as well as makeup artists, hair stylists, and other industry experts. Listen to Fat Mascara wherever you get your podcasts. Follow Fat Mascara on Instagram @fatmascara. Jess is on Instagram @jessicamatlin and Jenn is on Instagram @jenn_edit. Follow us on Instagram @CuriousWithJVN to learn more about the products from this episode, or head to JonathanVanNess.com for the transcript. Jonathan is on Instagram @JVN. Find books from Getting Curious and Pretty Curious guests at bookshop.org/shop/curiouswithjvn. Our senior producers are Chris McClure and Julia Melfi. Our associate producer is Allison Weiss. Our engineer is Nathanael McClure. Our theme music is also composed by Nathanael McClure. Production support from Julie Carrillo, Anne Currie, and Chad Hall. Curious about bringing your brand to life on the show? Email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Gwyneth talks with the fashion designer and entrepreneur about turning 50, the formula for a long marriage, and why she wanted to get into the fashion and beauty businesses. They talk about their families, what it's like to pivot from one career into another, and their favorite Spice Girls songs. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

There's a new celebrity giggler and Paige gave Victoria Beckham a friendship bracelet. GET TIX TO LIVE SHOWS HERE! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Unhinged intro + Marty joins the show to talk apartment problem (00:00-38:28). Spice Girls reunite at Victoria Beckham's 50th birthday party (39:37-47:55). Rebecca Minkoff joins RHONY (47:56-49:48). Kim Kardashian clears up rumors with Jimmy Kimmel (49:49-54:24). Listener voicemails (55:35-1:22:58). CITO LINKS > barstool.link/chicks-in-the-office.You can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/chicks-in-the-office