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About Our Guest: Pearlé is a seasoned professional in the trust and safety space, currently residing in London. She has a diverse background, having lived and worked in multiple countries including Nigeria, California (Bay Area), and Ireland. With a robust educational foundation from UC Berkeley and an extensive career in tech policy, Pearlé has established herself as a prominent figure in the intersection of technology, user rights, and safety. She's also known for embodying her alter ego, the "Yoncé of Tech Policy," showcasing her dynamic personality and commitment to her profession. Lexi B welcomes Pearlé, a prominent figure in the trust and safety space, to explore the intriguing concept of building an alter ego for professional development. The episode kicks off with a warm exchange, highlighting their mutual admiration and the impactful work done in tech policy. Pearlé shares her journey from Nigeria to various global cities and her career evolution in tech. She emphasizes the importance of community and mentorship, mentioning how Lexi B's initiatives have been a significant source of support. As the conversation deepens, Pearlé elaborates on how she constructed her alter ego—the "Yoncé of Tech Policy"—to navigate professional challenges and boost her confidence. She draws inspiration from iconic figures like Beyoncé and Kobe Bryant, explaining how their alter egos (Sasha Fierce and Black Mamba) motivate her. Pearlé provides actionable steps for listeners to develop their own alter egos, emphasizing the importance of defining one's purpose, understanding one's backstory, and continuously practicing and refining this heightened persona. The episode also touches on broader themes of personal growth, societal expectations, and the power of self-acceptance. Defining Purpose: Understand your "why" and let it guide the creation of your alter ego. Inspiration from Icons: Drawing inspiration from influential figures can help shape a powerful alter ego. Building Confidence: An alter ego can serve as a confidence booster to overcome challenges like imposter syndrome. Practicing Persona: Regularly practicing and reinforcing your alter ego helps it become a natural part of you. Embracing Multifaceted Identities: Recognize and celebrate the different layers of your identity, including your alter ego, to live a fulfilling life. "I need to embody a character that would make me feel more confident in terms of going into this new space, this new role, this new country." -  Pearlé Nwaezeigwe "Your alter ego is protecting you and also pushing you through things like imposter syndrome." - Lexi B  "The goal of an alter ego is to eventually become the alter ego." - Pearlé Nwaezeigwe Linkedin

02. WAFFLES. Level one Level up: Go Brooklyn has a surf club (Where am I supposed to surf in Brooklyn— Coney Island? How am I supposed to surf in Coney Island There's a hydroponic needle in my hot dog That's gross (2 chainz style) If you grew up in The projects I'm sorry; You should run for governor Or the Oval Office— I would trust you to protect us -31 I'mma change the words up I want Roscoe Waffles with some syrup— Serve holdup; Guess I'm on the wrong coast On a greyhound bus, now Just to go to Roscoe's Waffles and Shrup [chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles] -Sunni Blū You expect me to go surfing in the projects Fuck is Coney Island? (Nonsense!) All the trash– (trash) and tug boats (toot toot) I can't get my surf on! I am on the wrong coast! Oh shit, it really was originally I took a flixbus just to go to… I fly Spirit Airlines, Just go to go Roscoe's Been a long time since I been in it Do my dance and trance I'm spinnin Cameras flash And I look different I make dubstep Bitch I'm [NO!] —that's like yoncè x Yoncè crosses NOTHING Got it. I don't care I got flair I'm from LA They love my hair They always stare And glaring Imm aware of them Imm Karen under All these shades I wear Chicken and some waffles Guess I'm on the wrong coast (nicki style) None of these niggaz can't rap like me; I am present; under the tree Can't lock me up, My love is free Killing this bEA Arthur T-e-a (I got a secret) Bitch I'm the best Bitch I'm bless Bitch you call me a bitch I will dismiss you Listen, kids I'm dead! Not regrets Butter, bread Suck my twists Or braid my hat But your verse sound like murder Deadmau5 forges an appearance o— Is it the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon or is it —late nights with Jimmy Fallon? I don't know. I don't care: Just— look me UP. NO, Jimmy Fallon! WHYNOT. BECAUSE, SIR, YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, and therefore DONOTEXIST.. NO, YOU DONT EXIST! Not yet, anyway,.. *dissappears* Oh, the irony… [Ū/SUPACREE is invisible, and has therefore made this man— “JIMMY FALLON” “Presumably” “Presumably” We don't know! — look crazy, which isn't a good look for him, considering…] JIMMY FALLON stops short, realizing everyone has stopped shopping to stare at him. —he is famous.] TMZ (But is the dude from Lilo and stich with a camera) (Snaps photo) JIMMY FALLON [expletive] After his appearance on the talk show as Deadmau5, “JOEL ZIMMERMAN, an extraterrestrial secret agent and top level hacker, entraps THE COSMIC AVENGER, aka “JIMMY FALLON” in an inescapable void beyond the interdimensional jurisdictions, imprisoning him in an undetectable and inescapable time hol; a synthetic VOID. What. What is this. I don't know yet, what to call it actually. You look like a T-Rex. You look like ….like what? What do I look like? I don't have time for banter, Fallon. I'm a mastermind. Put me back. Can't do that. You're gonna pay for this! (Shrugs, texting in a slide out keyboard device] I'm sure I can afford it. Bye. [the device opens a portal, into which TESTPILOT disappears] So wait, why is he DEADMAU5, then JOEL, then TESTPILOT. Cause, that's just now it goes. I told you, stay away from this guy. I did! but then— HEEEEEEEYYYYYY. What. HEY, What, Jimmy Fallon? Oh, so that's what he did. TINA FEY That's it, I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill— *gasp* …Tina? WHAT. Can you see me? Barely! Who are you?! WHAT. Okay, but— Don't be so angry. (Angrily) I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST STRESSED. Well, don't be. DONT TELL ME TO (She pops her stress ball—) My stress ball!! Don't worry—! (Worriedly) I'm not worried! I'm STRESSED! (Almost crying) It's okay. Don't cry *almost very ugly crying* No. Don't do that *almost even uglier ugly cry* No— *sniffs m* No— *heaves, super almost ugly-ugly* It's okay, Tina! Look I have another one! See! I DON'T WANT THAT ONE, I WANT— *goddamn, that's almost the ugliest cry* HERE. [beat] [though her biggest-ever brown eyes are welled up with tears, she sees the new ball and is instantly mezmerized] But— —just—don't cry— That looks—just like— my old one! Ta-dah! It is your old one! But! Hi! Remember me? [TINA FEY suddenly flashes back to the 90's, where she obtained her stress ball, and remembers the strange and yet kind “old woman” she once followed along her rise to success, skyrocketing her through time—the ‘great spirit' who walked with her along her rise to fame] Oh my— [the festival project] BLOG. Gazuntite. I started a BLOG. What's that mean: I don't know. We'll see. “Illuminati Dreams 103” [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Seemed as if it was some kind of movie set or backstage at a major event, or maybe both—I finally had the opportunity to be alone with Joel, so I took my first chance, massaging his back and kissing him, beginning to make love to him—then, —of course, once I started actually having sex with him, another girl cut in—she was short, extremely overweight, and dark skinned, not very pretty at all—she started talking and then said that she wanted her phone, and I got upset and told her to leave—she didn't seem too mad, and once she left I started to more passionate make love to him, now that I had him alone—then, Joel for some reason became cold, and stopped me saying “You Are Not Welcome Here”, which made me sad, but I didn't cry—he went on some kind of rant about wanting his phone, and I became annoyed that people were so worried about their phones; I let him go, but as he was leaving, still upset with me, he said something like “maybe it will work out next time around”, and I knew he meant next lifetime—I told him “it's a long life without you”, and I became extremely sad—although was glad this lifetime I had at least seen him, and though we didn't finish lovemaking I was somewhat satisfied that we at least able to love a little, and was gentle with him. I didn't blame him ‘—it must have been my OWSLA tattoo.' It's always a long life without Joel Zimmerman. I couldn't say for a fortune even how that happened—although for a fortune I might think of some kind of explanation that would go along with the way I had started to feel about this man, unfortunately and albeit, without actually knowing him beyond his music, but— [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Something really was off about Mr, and yet all was well; I was correct in that my ex husband had Formed new offspring, and even better yet, however, off of my prediction, this new woman had come to the same conclusion I had: that he simply was not fit for partnership, but at least, perhaps, parenthood would keep him working—and now, with the most recent picture of my son that I had, I was back at work, although not with the clarity as I had once had, and it did appear that indeed something was off, and had been for some time. I had left my skateboard in the gym the night before, and luckily for me, no one had taken it, and I once again began counting my blessings, knowing that I needed to move on and out of the rut I had been in—I was finally at least kind of willing to work, but only now was left the monotonous task of actually finding a job which would allow me to continue to grow in my artistry, with the unsettling understanding that I was just maybe and perhaps wasn't cut out for the luck it would take to hit superstardom as immediately as I needed to, however, I was at least filled with light and hope in that my son had become a big brother, and though whatever the situation was had been something like an overshadow, I was now overjoyed and elated, with it seeming at least almost as if I myself had a newborn son, even though I would probably not ever know the child, nor did I wish to know my ex husband at all. My son's eyes showed that he looked more like me than even I remembered, and perhaps was stretching out a bit as to not be so heavily affected by his obesity, and I gleaned with pride. I would do almost anything for the money it would take to raise him myself, and make him into the beautiful young man he was meant to be—but still, even as I signed up for college open houses and readied myself to at least obtain a GED in my own name, as my other diplomas were tarnished with such a cursed name— always stricken with horrible luck using my old one, and to avoid not only confusion, but disaster. I needed and wanted complete separation and anonymity from my old life; the next chapter, it seemed, had officially begun, and now I wondered a way to allow myself to believe that I could succeed in some sort of way in entertainment. Yet, alas, I had been scorned, once again, the headlights flashing into my room and some mirrored reflection just another reminder of the disgusting world and person I had left behind, which according to this new woman, I was betting, hadn't much changed— I had cursed out ‘the industry' as a whole, and though I was inwardly still committed and dedicated as ever, ‘The Fallon Files' had consumed me, and they now needed to be hidden, if not destroyed—however, probably never destroyed, as some of my most poignant works lie within them. No, they would simply have to be re-distributed and ratified from the trainer's mark, to a series of allegories and parables—they just have had to have been written all along anyway, for whatever reason, but had been disasterously tiring, paradigm shifting, and though my admiration for the actual person, in a sense had deepened, my own almost intensively girlish stupidity intersected in perfect time with the wisdom of my womanhood, putting a quick and timely closure to the subject, moving onward, almost upset with myself that I couldn't even pretend to allow myself to fall in love with a married man, even for the sake of the art— ‘—haha' —and still at one hand, was being at odds with the others, Sonny still just as often on my mind, and Dillon though distant still a designated person of interest, however, as Joel had made his own appearance into a dream I would have never had, if not forcing myself back to sleep after yet another remembered dream about [Redacted], which upon waking up I almost thought to write down, then only deciding to mumble my mantras as I sleepily relieved my bladder, and though rather rested, opted to return back to bed, and happily so—as my dream had featured Joel almost exclusively, who it was strangely nice to see, and the dream was itself some sort of fantasy or fairytale—whisked away to some paradoxical land on some otherworldly planet which, by looking at the futuristic map, would and could not have been earth; which only alluded more and more to the circumstance of having an out of realm and multidimensional relationship with such a man, that I had been happy to be reminded of. Joel, for whatever reason, did make me happy—and even though I hadn't met him face-to-face in the waking world, (and didn't plan on doing so,) actually having abandoned entirely my hopes and dreams of actually becoming a superstar DJ, mostly jealous of the pre-teen looking always extremely skinny, white girls that the industry seemed to prioritize and put up on privileged pedestals, almost seeming as if they were hypersexualized children— However, I still did adore Joel, for what it was worth, even if what it was worth, was nothing—and it wasn't. Just a dream alone was enough to satisfy, and with that, had pushed [Redacted] so far out of my mind that I nearly danced into my waking life afterward, in some sort of a cold sweat, my heat still on as high as it could go and the weather beginning to swelter, though, I knew something was and had been wrong, as instant depression settled in almost immediately within the first few moments of being awake, and at the very very least. I had a new baseline for a dance song ringing around in my head, if only to quickly rush to my keyboard to pluck out the tune, then abandoning my Ableton for other endeavors—finding a job, so that I could cure the horrible disease of being broke in New York. It was good to at least been discouraged enough, after reading through a couple blogs, how hard it would be to become an actual screenwriter— just as I had decades before been discouraged in the same way and more than likely the same group of elites and supremacists of whatever sort, who segregated the industry, dominated it with nepotism, and kept such tight inner circles that I thought not to even bother, and considered even pulling what had been published of the festival project, in order to protect it from plagiarism. For as certain as shit, Becky and Karen were almost never original, always in charge of hiring their favorites and family members, and would always find a way to see to it that I could never get ahead of or worse—over her. Now you got two little kids That's two boys— Two bros, going “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Now that's two boys goin' “Yeah, my dad hits women” Now that's two boys goin' “Well, you know we're fucking native” Now there's two kids goin' “Yeah my dad's a piece of shit' Two little boys goin' “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Bet your money on a dollar That your mommy doesn't get this Betting on a dollar That you'll never be a mother, But big brother don't get it Big brother don't open his old eyes for nothing Big brother's dosing off in the corner But his mother loves him {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

02. WAFFLES. Level one Level up: Go Brooklyn has a surf club (Where am I supposed to surf in Brooklyn— Coney Island? How am I supposed to surf in Coney Island There's a hydroponic needle in my hot dog That's gross (2 chainz style) If you grew up in The projects I'm sorry; You should run for governor Or the Oval Office— I would trust you to protect us -31 I'mma change the words up I want Roscoe Waffles with some syrup— Serve holdup; Guess I'm on the wrong coast On a greyhound bus, now Just to go to Roscoe's Waffles and Shrup [chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles] -Sunni Blū You expect me to go surfing in the projects Fuck is Coney Island? (Nonsense!) All the trash– (trash) and tug boats (toot toot) I can't get my surf on! I am on the wrong coast! Oh shit, it really was originally I took a flixbus just to go to… I fly Spirit Airlines, Just go to go Roscoe's Been a long time since I been in it Do my dance and trance I'm spinnin Cameras flash And I look different I make dubstep Bitch I'm [NO!] —that's like yoncè x Yoncè crosses NOTHING Got it. I don't care I got flair I'm from LA They love my hair They always stare And glaring Imm aware of them Imm Karen under All these shades I wear Chicken and some waffles Guess I'm on the wrong coast (nicki style) None of these niggaz can't rap like me; I am present; under the tree Can't lock me up, My love is free Killing this bEA Arthur T-e-a (I got a secret) Bitch I'm the best Bitch I'm bless Bitch you call me a bitch I will dismiss you Listen, kids I'm dead! Not regrets Butter, bread Suck my twists Or braid my hat But your verse sound like murder Deadmau5 forges an appearance o— Is it the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon or is it —late nights with Jimmy Fallon? I don't know. I don't care: Just— look me UP. NO, Jimmy Fallon! WHYNOT. BECAUSE, SIR, YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, and therefore DONOTEXIST.. NO, YOU DONT EXIST! Not yet, anyway,.. *dissappears* Oh, the irony… [Ū/SUPACREE is invisible, and has therefore made this man— “JIMMY FALLON” “Presumably” “Presumably” We don't know! — look crazy, which isn't a good look for him, considering…] JIMMY FALLON stops short, realizing everyone has stopped shopping to stare at him. —he is famous.] TMZ (But is the dude from Lilo and stich with a camera) (Snaps photo) JIMMY FALLON [expletive] After his appearance on the talk show as Deadmau5, “JOEL ZIMMERMAN, an extraterrestrial secret agent and top level hacker, entraps THE COSMIC AVENGER, aka “JIMMY FALLON” in an inescapable void beyond the interdimensional jurisdictions, imprisoning him in an undetectable and inescapable time hol; a synthetic VOID. What. What is this. I don't know yet, what to call it actually. You look like a T-Rex. You look like ….like what? What do I look like? I don't have time for banter, Fallon. I'm a mastermind. Put me back. Can't do that. You're gonna pay for this! (Shrugs, texting in a slide out keyboard device] I'm sure I can afford it. Bye. [the device opens a portal, into which TESTPILOT disappears] So wait, why is he DEADMAU5, then JOEL, then TESTPILOT. Cause, that's just now it goes. I told you, stay away from this guy. I did! but then— HEEEEEEEYYYYYY. What. HEY, What, Jimmy Fallon? Oh, so that's what he did. TINA FEY That's it, I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill— *gasp* …Tina? WHAT. Can you see me? Barely! Who are you?! WHAT. Okay, but— Don't be so angry. (Angrily) I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST STRESSED. Well, don't be. DONT TELL ME TO (She pops her stress ball—) My stress ball!! Don't worry—! (Worriedly) I'm not worried! I'm STRESSED! (Almost crying) It's okay. Don't cry *almost very ugly crying* No. Don't do that *almost even uglier ugly cry* No— *sniffs m* No— *heaves, super almost ugly-ugly* It's okay, Tina! Look I have another one! See! I DON'T WANT THAT ONE, I WANT— *goddamn, that's almost the ugliest cry* HERE. [beat] [though her biggest-ever brown eyes are welled up with tears, she sees the new ball and is instantly mezmerized] But— —just—don't cry— That looks—just like— my old one! Ta-dah! It is your old one! But! Hi! Remember me? [TINA FEY suddenly flashes back to the 90's, where she obtained her stress ball, and remembers the strange and yet kind “old woman” she once followed along her rise to success, skyrocketing her through time—the ‘great spirit' who walked with her along her rise to fame] Oh my— [the festival project] BLOG. Gazuntite. I started a BLOG. What's that mean: I don't know. We'll see. “Illuminati Dreams 103” [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Seemed as if it was some kind of movie set or backstage at a major event, or maybe both—I finally had the opportunity to be alone with Joel, so I took my first chance, massaging his back and kissing him, beginning to make love to him—then, —of course, once I started actually having sex with him, another girl cut in—she was short, extremely overweight, and dark skinned, not very pretty at all—she started talking and then said that she wanted her phone, and I got upset and told her to leave—she didn't seem too mad, and once she left I started to more passionate make love to him, now that I had him alone—then, Joel for some reason became cold, and stopped me saying “You Are Not Welcome Here”, which made me sad, but I didn't cry—he went on some kind of rant about wanting his phone, and I became annoyed that people were so worried about their phones; I let him go, but as he was leaving, still upset with me, he said something like “maybe it will work out next time around”, and I knew he meant next lifetime—I told him “it's a long life without you”, and I became extremely sad—although was glad this lifetime I had at least seen him, and though we didn't finish lovemaking I was somewhat satisfied that we at least able to love a little, and was gentle with him. I didn't blame him ‘—it must have been my OWSLA tattoo.' It's always a long life without Joel Zimmerman. I couldn't say for a fortune even how that happened—although for a fortune I might think of some kind of explanation that would go along with the way I had started to feel about this man, unfortunately and albeit, without actually knowing him beyond his music, but— [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Something really was off about Mr, and yet all was well; I was correct in that my ex husband had Formed new offspring, and even better yet, however, off of my prediction, this new woman had come to the same conclusion I had: that he simply was not fit for partnership, but at least, perhaps, parenthood would keep him working—and now, with the most recent picture of my son that I had, I was back at work, although not with the clarity as I had once had, and it did appear that indeed something was off, and had been for some time. I had left my skateboard in the gym the night before, and luckily for me, no one had taken it, and I once again began counting my blessings, knowing that I needed to move on and out of the rut I had been in—I was finally at least kind of willing to work, but only now was left the monotonous task of actually finding a job which would allow me to continue to grow in my artistry, with the unsettling understanding that I was just maybe and perhaps wasn't cut out for the luck it would take to hit superstardom as immediately as I needed to, however, I was at least filled with light and hope in that my son had become a big brother, and though whatever the situation was had been something like an overshadow, I was now overjoyed and elated, with it seeming at least almost as if I myself had a newborn son, even though I would probably not ever know the child, nor did I wish to know my ex husband at all. My son's eyes showed that he looked more like me than even I remembered, and perhaps was stretching out a bit as to not be so heavily affected by his obesity, and I gleaned with pride. I would do almost anything for the money it would take to raise him myself, and make him into the beautiful young man he was meant to be—but still, even as I signed up for college open houses and readied myself to at least obtain a GED in my own name, as my other diplomas were tarnished with such a cursed name— always stricken with horrible luck using my old one, and to avoid not only confusion, but disaster. I needed and wanted complete separation and anonymity from my old life; the next chapter, it seemed, had officially begun, and now I wondered a way to allow myself to believe that I could succeed in some sort of way in entertainment. Yet, alas, I had been scorned, once again, the headlights flashing into my room and some mirrored reflection just another reminder of the disgusting world and person I had left behind, which according to this new woman, I was betting, hadn't much changed— I had cursed out ‘the industry' as a whole, and though I was inwardly still committed and dedicated as ever, ‘The Fallon Files' had consumed me, and they now needed to be hidden, if not destroyed—however, probably never destroyed, as some of my most poignant works lie within them. No, they would simply have to be re-distributed and ratified from the trainer's mark, to a series of allegories and parables—they just have had to have been written all along anyway, for whatever reason, but had been disasterously tiring, paradigm shifting, and though my admiration for the actual person, in a sense had deepened, my own almost intensively girlish stupidity intersected in perfect time with the wisdom of my womanhood, putting a quick and timely closure to the subject, moving onward, almost upset with myself that I couldn't even pretend to allow myself to fall in love with a married man, even for the sake of the art— ‘—haha' —and still at one hand, was being at odds with the others, Sonny still just as often on my mind, and Dillon though distant still a designated person of interest, however, as Joel had made his own appearance into a dream I would have never had, if not forcing myself back to sleep after yet another remembered dream about [Redacted], which upon waking up I almost thought to write down, then only deciding to mumble my mantras as I sleepily relieved my bladder, and though rather rested, opted to return back to bed, and happily so—as my dream had featured Joel almost exclusively, who it was strangely nice to see, and the dream was itself some sort of fantasy or fairytale—whisked away to some paradoxical land on some otherworldly planet which, by looking at the futuristic map, would and could not have been earth; which only alluded more and more to the circumstance of having an out of realm and multidimensional relationship with such a man, that I had been happy to be reminded of. Joel, for whatever reason, did make me happy—and even though I hadn't met him face-to-face in the waking world, (and didn't plan on doing so,) actually having abandoned entirely my hopes and dreams of actually becoming a superstar DJ, mostly jealous of the pre-teen looking always extremely skinny, white girls that the industry seemed to prioritize and put up on privileged pedestals, almost seeming as if they were hypersexualized children— However, I still did adore Joel, for what it was worth, even if what it was worth, was nothing—and it wasn't. Just a dream alone was enough to satisfy, and with that, had pushed [Redacted] so far out of my mind that I nearly danced into my waking life afterward, in some sort of a cold sweat, my heat still on as high as it could go and the weather beginning to swelter, though, I knew something was and had been wrong, as instant depression settled in almost immediately within the first few moments of being awake, and at the very very least. I had a new baseline for a dance song ringing around in my head, if only to quickly rush to my keyboard to pluck out the tune, then abandoning my Ableton for other endeavors—finding a job, so that I could cure the horrible disease of being broke in New York. It was good to at least been discouraged enough, after reading through a couple blogs, how hard it would be to become an actual screenwriter— just as I had decades before been discouraged in the same way and more than likely the same group of elites and supremacists of whatever sort, who segregated the industry, dominated it with nepotism, and kept such tight inner circles that I thought not to even bother, and considered even pulling what had been published of the festival project, in order to protect it from plagiarism. For as certain as shit, Becky and Karen were almost never original, always in charge of hiring their favorites and family members, and would always find a way to see to it that I could never get ahead of or worse—over her. Now you got two little kids That's two boys— Two bros, going “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Now that's two boys goin' “Yeah, my dad hits women” Now that's two boys goin' “Well, you know we're fucking native” Now there's two kids goin' “Yeah my dad's a piece of shit' Two little boys goin' “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Bet your money on a dollar That your mommy doesn't get this Betting on a dollar That you'll never be a mother, But big brother don't get it Big brother don't open his old eyes for nothing Big brother's dosing off in the corner But his mother loves him {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

02. WAFFLES. Level one Level up: Go Brooklyn has a surf club (Where am I supposed to surf in Brooklyn— Coney Island? How am I supposed to surf in Coney Island There's a hydroponic needle in my hot dog That's gross (2 chainz style) If you grew up in The projects I'm sorry; You should run for governor Or the Oval Office— I would trust you to protect us -31 I'mma change the words up I want Roscoe Waffles with some syrup— Serve holdup; Guess I'm on the wrong coast On a greyhound bus, now Just to go to Roscoe's Waffles and Shrup [chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles] -Sunni Blū You expect me to go surfing in the projects Fuck is Coney Island? (Nonsense!) All the trash– (trash) and tug boats (toot toot) I can't get my surf on! I am on the wrong coast! Oh shit, it really was originally I took a flixbus just to go to… I fly Spirit Airlines, Just go to go Roscoe's Been a long time since I been in it Do my dance and trance I'm spinnin Cameras flash And I look different I make dubstep Bitch I'm [NO!] —that's like yoncè x Yoncè crosses NOTHING Got it. I don't care I got flair I'm from LA They love my hair They always stare And glaring Imm aware of them Imm Karen under All these shades I wear Chicken and some waffles Guess I'm on the wrong coast (nicki style) None of these niggaz can't rap like me; I am present; under the tree Can't lock me up, My love is free Killing this bEA Arthur T-e-a (I got a secret) Bitch I'm the best Bitch I'm bless Bitch you call me a bitch I will dismiss you Listen, kids I'm dead! Not regrets Butter, bread Suck my twists Or braid my hat But your verse sound like murder Deadmau5 forges an appearance o— Is it the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon or is it —late nights with Jimmy Fallon? I don't know. I don't care: Just— look me UP. NO, Jimmy Fallon! WHYNOT. BECAUSE, SIR, YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, and therefore DONOTEXIST.. NO, YOU DONT EXIST! Not yet, anyway,.. *dissappears* Oh, the irony… [Ū/SUPACREE is invisible, and has therefore made this man— “JIMMY FALLON” “Presumably” “Presumably” We don't know! — look crazy, which isn't a good look for him, considering…] JIMMY FALLON stops short, realizing everyone has stopped shopping to stare at him. —he is famous.] TMZ (But is the dude from Lilo and stich with a camera) (Snaps photo) JIMMY FALLON [expletive] After his appearance on the talk show as Deadmau5, “JOEL ZIMMERMAN, an extraterrestrial secret agent and top level hacker, entraps THE COSMIC AVENGER, aka “JIMMY FALLON” in an inescapable void beyond the interdimensional jurisdictions, imprisoning him in an undetectable and inescapable time hol; a synthetic VOID. What. What is this. I don't know yet, what to call it actually. You look like a T-Rex. You look like ….like what? What do I look like? I don't have time for banter, Fallon. I'm a mastermind. Put me back. Can't do that. You're gonna pay for this! (Shrugs, texting in a slide out keyboard device] I'm sure I can afford it. Bye. [the device opens a portal, into which TESTPILOT disappears] So wait, why is he DEADMAU5, then JOEL, then TESTPILOT. Cause, that's just now it goes. I told you, stay away from this guy. I did! but then— HEEEEEEEYYYYYY. What. HEY, What, Jimmy Fallon? Oh, so that's what he did. TINA FEY That's it, I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill— *gasp* …Tina? WHAT. Can you see me? Barely! Who are you?! WHAT. Okay, but— Don't be so angry. (Angrily) I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST STRESSED. Well, don't be. DONT TELL ME TO (She pops her stress ball—) My stress ball!! Don't worry—! (Worriedly) I'm not worried! I'm STRESSED! (Almost crying) It's okay. Don't cry *almost very ugly crying* No. Don't do that *almost even uglier ugly cry* No— *sniffs m* No— *heaves, super almost ugly-ugly* It's okay, Tina! Look I have another one! See! I DON'T WANT THAT ONE, I WANT— *goddamn, that's almost the ugliest cry* HERE. [beat] [though her biggest-ever brown eyes are welled up with tears, she sees the new ball and is instantly mezmerized] But— —just—don't cry— That looks—just like— my old one! Ta-dah! It is your old one! But! Hi! Remember me? [TINA FEY suddenly flashes back to the 90's, where she obtained her stress ball, and remembers the strange and yet kind “old woman” she once followed along her rise to success, skyrocketing her through time—the ‘great spirit' who walked with her along her rise to fame] Oh my— [the festival project] BLOG. Gazuntite. I started a BLOG. What's that mean: I don't know. We'll see. “Illuminati Dreams 103” [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Seemed as if it was some kind of movie set or backstage at a major event, or maybe both—I finally had the opportunity to be alone with Joel, so I took my first chance, massaging his back and kissing him, beginning to make love to him—then, —of course, once I started actually having sex with him, another girl cut in—she was short, extremely overweight, and dark skinned, not very pretty at all—she started talking and then said that she wanted her phone, and I got upset and told her to leave—she didn't seem too mad, and once she left I started to more passionate make love to him, now that I had him alone—then, Joel for some reason became cold, and stopped me saying “You Are Not Welcome Here”, which made me sad, but I didn't cry—he went on some kind of rant about wanting his phone, and I became annoyed that people were so worried about their phones; I let him go, but as he was leaving, still upset with me, he said something like “maybe it will work out next time around”, and I knew he meant next lifetime—I told him “it's a long life without you”, and I became extremely sad—although was glad this lifetime I had at least seen him, and though we didn't finish lovemaking I was somewhat satisfied that we at least able to love a little, and was gentle with him. I didn't blame him ‘—it must have been my OWSLA tattoo.' It's always a long life without Joel Zimmerman. I couldn't say for a fortune even how that happened—although for a fortune I might think of some kind of explanation that would go along with the way I had started to feel about this man, unfortunately and albeit, without actually knowing him beyond his music, but— [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Something really was off about Mr, and yet all was well; I was correct in that my ex husband had Formed new offspring, and even better yet, however, off of my prediction, this new woman had come to the same conclusion I had: that he simply was not fit for partnership, but at least, perhaps, parenthood would keep him working—and now, with the most recent picture of my son that I had, I was back at work, although not with the clarity as I had once had, and it did appear that indeed something was off, and had been for some time. I had left my skateboard in the gym the night before, and luckily for me, no one had taken it, and I once again began counting my blessings, knowing that I needed to move on and out of the rut I had been in—I was finally at least kind of willing to work, but only now was left the monotonous task of actually finding a job which would allow me to continue to grow in my artistry, with the unsettling understanding that I was just maybe and perhaps wasn't cut out for the luck it would take to hit superstardom as immediately as I needed to, however, I was at least filled with light and hope in that my son had become a big brother, and though whatever the situation was had been something like an overshadow, I was now overjoyed and elated, with it seeming at least almost as if I myself had a newborn son, even though I would probably not ever know the child, nor did I wish to know my ex husband at all. My son's eyes showed that he looked more like me than even I remembered, and perhaps was stretching out a bit as to not be so heavily affected by his obesity, and I gleaned with pride. I would do almost anything for the money it would take to raise him myself, and make him into the beautiful young man he was meant to be—but still, even as I signed up for college open houses and readied myself to at least obtain a GED in my own name, as my other diplomas were tarnished with such a cursed name— always stricken with horrible luck using my old one, and to avoid not only confusion, but disaster. I needed and wanted complete separation and anonymity from my old life; the next chapter, it seemed, had officially begun, and now I wondered a way to allow myself to believe that I could succeed in some sort of way in entertainment. Yet, alas, I had been scorned, once again, the headlights flashing into my room and some mirrored reflection just another reminder of the disgusting world and person I had left behind, which according to this new woman, I was betting, hadn't much changed— I had cursed out ‘the industry' as a whole, and though I was inwardly still committed and dedicated as ever, ‘The Fallon Files' had consumed me, and they now needed to be hidden, if not destroyed—however, probably never destroyed, as some of my most poignant works lie within them. No, they would simply have to be re-distributed and ratified from the trainer's mark, to a series of allegories and parables—they just have had to have been written all along anyway, for whatever reason, but had been disasterously tiring, paradigm shifting, and though my admiration for the actual person, in a sense had deepened, my own almost intensively girlish stupidity intersected in perfect time with the wisdom of my womanhood, putting a quick and timely closure to the subject, moving onward, almost upset with myself that I couldn't even pretend to allow myself to fall in love with a married man, even for the sake of the art— ‘—haha' —and still at one hand, was being at odds with the others, Sonny still just as often on my mind, and Dillon though distant still a designated person of interest, however, as Joel had made his own appearance into a dream I would have never had, if not forcing myself back to sleep after yet another remembered dream about [Redacted], which upon waking up I almost thought to write down, then only deciding to mumble my mantras as I sleepily relieved my bladder, and though rather rested, opted to return back to bed, and happily so—as my dream had featured Joel almost exclusively, who it was strangely nice to see, and the dream was itself some sort of fantasy or fairytale—whisked away to some paradoxical land on some otherworldly planet which, by looking at the futuristic map, would and could not have been earth; which only alluded more and more to the circumstance of having an out of realm and multidimensional relationship with such a man, that I had been happy to be reminded of. Joel, for whatever reason, did make me happy—and even though I hadn't met him face-to-face in the waking world, (and didn't plan on doing so,) actually having abandoned entirely my hopes and dreams of actually becoming a superstar DJ, mostly jealous of the pre-teen looking always extremely skinny, white girls that the industry seemed to prioritize and put up on privileged pedestals, almost seeming as if they were hypersexualized children— However, I still did adore Joel, for what it was worth, even if what it was worth, was nothing—and it wasn't. Just a dream alone was enough to satisfy, and with that, had pushed [Redacted] so far out of my mind that I nearly danced into my waking life afterward, in some sort of a cold sweat, my heat still on as high as it could go and the weather beginning to swelter, though, I knew something was and had been wrong, as instant depression settled in almost immediately within the first few moments of being awake, and at the very very least. I had a new baseline for a dance song ringing around in my head, if only to quickly rush to my keyboard to pluck out the tune, then abandoning my Ableton for other endeavors—finding a job, so that I could cure the horrible disease of being broke in New York. It was good to at least been discouraged enough, after reading through a couple blogs, how hard it would be to become an actual screenwriter— just as I had decades before been discouraged in the same way and more than likely the same group of elites and supremacists of whatever sort, who segregated the industry, dominated it with nepotism, and kept such tight inner circles that I thought not to even bother, and considered even pulling what had been published of the festival project, in order to protect it from plagiarism. For as certain as shit, Becky and Karen were almost never original, always in charge of hiring their favorites and family members, and would always find a way to see to it that I could never get ahead of or worse—over her. Now you got two little kids That's two boys— Two bros, going “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Now that's two boys goin' “Yeah, my dad hits women” Now that's two boys goin' “Well, you know we're fucking native” Now there's two kids goin' “Yeah my dad's a piece of shit' Two little boys goin' “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Bet your money on a dollar That your mommy doesn't get this Betting on a dollar That you'll never be a mother, But big brother don't get it Big brother don't open his old eyes for nothing Big brother's dosing off in the corner But his mother loves him {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

02. WAFFLES. Level one Level up: Go Brooklyn has a surf club (Where am I supposed to surf in Brooklyn— Coney Island? How am I supposed to surf in Coney Island There's a hydroponic needle in my hot dog That's gross (2 chainz style) If you grew up in The projects I'm sorry; You should run for governor Or the Oval Office— I would trust you to protect us -31 I'mma change the words up I want Roscoe Waffles with some syrup— Serve holdup; Guess I'm on the wrong coast On a greyhound bus, now Just to go to Roscoe's Waffles and Shrup [chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles Chicken and waffles] -Sunni Blū You expect me to go surfing in the projects Fuck is Coney Island? (Nonsense!) All the trash– (trash) and tug boats (toot toot) I can't get my surf on! I am on the wrong coast! Oh shit, it really was originally I took a flixbus just to go to… I fly Spirit Airlines, Just go to go Roscoe's Been a long time since I been in it Do my dance and trance I'm spinnin Cameras flash And I look different I make dubstep Bitch I'm [NO!] —that's like yoncè x Yoncè crosses NOTHING Got it. I don't care I got flair I'm from LA They love my hair They always stare And glaring Imm aware of them Imm Karen under All these shades I wear Chicken and some waffles Guess I'm on the wrong coast (nicki style) None of these niggaz can't rap like me; I am present; under the tree Can't lock me up, My love is free Killing this bEA Arthur T-e-a (I got a secret) Bitch I'm the best Bitch I'm bless Bitch you call me a bitch I will dismiss you Listen, kids I'm dead! Not regrets Butter, bread Suck my twists Or braid my hat But your verse sound like murder Deadmau5 forges an appearance o— Is it the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon or is it —late nights with Jimmy Fallon? I don't know. I don't care: Just— look me UP. NO, Jimmy Fallon! WHYNOT. BECAUSE, SIR, YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, and therefore DONOTEXIST.. NO, YOU DONT EXIST! Not yet, anyway,.. *dissappears* Oh, the irony… [Ū/SUPACREE is invisible, and has therefore made this man— “JIMMY FALLON” “Presumably” “Presumably” We don't know! — look crazy, which isn't a good look for him, considering…] JIMMY FALLON stops short, realizing everyone has stopped shopping to stare at him. —he is famous.] TMZ (But is the dude from Lilo and stich with a camera) (Snaps photo) JIMMY FALLON [expletive] After his appearance on the talk show as Deadmau5, “JOEL ZIMMERMAN, an extraterrestrial secret agent and top level hacker, entraps THE COSMIC AVENGER, aka “JIMMY FALLON” in an inescapable void beyond the interdimensional jurisdictions, imprisoning him in an undetectable and inescapable time hol; a synthetic VOID. What. What is this. I don't know yet, what to call it actually. You look like a T-Rex. You look like ….like what? What do I look like? I don't have time for banter, Fallon. I'm a mastermind. Put me back. Can't do that. You're gonna pay for this! (Shrugs, texting in a slide out keyboard device] I'm sure I can afford it. Bye. [the device opens a portal, into which TESTPILOT disappears] So wait, why is he DEADMAU5, then JOEL, then TESTPILOT. Cause, that's just now it goes. I told you, stay away from this guy. I did! but then— HEEEEEEEYYYYYY. What. HEY, What, Jimmy Fallon? Oh, so that's what he did. TINA FEY That's it, I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill— *gasp* …Tina? WHAT. Can you see me? Barely! Who are you?! WHAT. Okay, but— Don't be so angry. (Angrily) I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST STRESSED. Well, don't be. DONT TELL ME TO (She pops her stress ball—) My stress ball!! Don't worry—! (Worriedly) I'm not worried! I'm STRESSED! (Almost crying) It's okay. Don't cry *almost very ugly crying* No. Don't do that *almost even uglier ugly cry* No— *sniffs m* No— *heaves, super almost ugly-ugly* It's okay, Tina! Look I have another one! See! I DON'T WANT THAT ONE, I WANT— *goddamn, that's almost the ugliest cry* HERE. [beat] [though her biggest-ever brown eyes are welled up with tears, she sees the new ball and is instantly mezmerized] But— —just—don't cry— That looks—just like— my old one! Ta-dah! It is your old one! But! Hi! Remember me? [TINA FEY suddenly flashes back to the 90's, where she obtained her stress ball, and remembers the strange and yet kind “old woman” she once followed along her rise to success, skyrocketing her through time—the ‘great spirit' who walked with her along her rise to fame] Oh my— [the festival project] BLOG. Gazuntite. I started a BLOG. What's that mean: I don't know. We'll see. “Illuminati Dreams 103” [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Seemed as if it was some kind of movie set or backstage at a major event, or maybe both—I finally had the opportunity to be alone with Joel, so I took my first chance, massaging his back and kissing him, beginning to make love to him—then, —of course, once I started actually having sex with him, another girl cut in—she was short, extremely overweight, and dark skinned, not very pretty at all—she started talking and then said that she wanted her phone, and I got upset and told her to leave—she didn't seem too mad, and once she left I started to more passionate make love to him, now that I had him alone—then, Joel for some reason became cold, and stopped me saying “You Are Not Welcome Here”, which made me sad, but I didn't cry—he went on some kind of rant about wanting his phone, and I became annoyed that people were so worried about their phones; I let him go, but as he was leaving, still upset with me, he said something like “maybe it will work out next time around”, and I knew he meant next lifetime—I told him “it's a long life without you”, and I became extremely sad—although was glad this lifetime I had at least seen him, and though we didn't finish lovemaking I was somewhat satisfied that we at least able to love a little, and was gentle with him. I didn't blame him ‘—it must have been my OWSLA tattoo.' It's always a long life without Joel Zimmerman. I couldn't say for a fortune even how that happened—although for a fortune I might think of some kind of explanation that would go along with the way I had started to feel about this man, unfortunately and albeit, without actually knowing him beyond his music, but— [Tales of a Superstar DJ] Something really was off about Mr, and yet all was well; I was correct in that my ex husband had Formed new offspring, and even better yet, however, off of my prediction, this new woman had come to the same conclusion I had: that he simply was not fit for partnership, but at least, perhaps, parenthood would keep him working—and now, with the most recent picture of my son that I had, I was back at work, although not with the clarity as I had once had, and it did appear that indeed something was off, and had been for some time. I had left my skateboard in the gym the night before, and luckily for me, no one had taken it, and I once again began counting my blessings, knowing that I needed to move on and out of the rut I had been in—I was finally at least kind of willing to work, but only now was left the monotonous task of actually finding a job which would allow me to continue to grow in my artistry, with the unsettling understanding that I was just maybe and perhaps wasn't cut out for the luck it would take to hit superstardom as immediately as I needed to, however, I was at least filled with light and hope in that my son had become a big brother, and though whatever the situation was had been something like an overshadow, I was now overjoyed and elated, with it seeming at least almost as if I myself had a newborn son, even though I would probably not ever know the child, nor did I wish to know my ex husband at all. My son's eyes showed that he looked more like me than even I remembered, and perhaps was stretching out a bit as to not be so heavily affected by his obesity, and I gleaned with pride. I would do almost anything for the money it would take to raise him myself, and make him into the beautiful young man he was meant to be—but still, even as I signed up for college open houses and readied myself to at least obtain a GED in my own name, as my other diplomas were tarnished with such a cursed name— always stricken with horrible luck using my old one, and to avoid not only confusion, but disaster. I needed and wanted complete separation and anonymity from my old life; the next chapter, it seemed, had officially begun, and now I wondered a way to allow myself to believe that I could succeed in some sort of way in entertainment. Yet, alas, I had been scorned, once again, the headlights flashing into my room and some mirrored reflection just another reminder of the disgusting world and person I had left behind, which according to this new woman, I was betting, hadn't much changed— I had cursed out ‘the industry' as a whole, and though I was inwardly still committed and dedicated as ever, ‘The Fallon Files' had consumed me, and they now needed to be hidden, if not destroyed—however, probably never destroyed, as some of my most poignant works lie within them. No, they would simply have to be re-distributed and ratified from the trainer's mark, to a series of allegories and parables—they just have had to have been written all along anyway, for whatever reason, but had been disasterously tiring, paradigm shifting, and though my admiration for the actual person, in a sense had deepened, my own almost intensively girlish stupidity intersected in perfect time with the wisdom of my womanhood, putting a quick and timely closure to the subject, moving onward, almost upset with myself that I couldn't even pretend to allow myself to fall in love with a married man, even for the sake of the art— ‘—haha' —and still at one hand, was being at odds with the others, Sonny still just as often on my mind, and Dillon though distant still a designated person of interest, however, as Joel had made his own appearance into a dream I would have never had, if not forcing myself back to sleep after yet another remembered dream about [Redacted], which upon waking up I almost thought to write down, then only deciding to mumble my mantras as I sleepily relieved my bladder, and though rather rested, opted to return back to bed, and happily so—as my dream had featured Joel almost exclusively, who it was strangely nice to see, and the dream was itself some sort of fantasy or fairytale—whisked away to some paradoxical land on some otherworldly planet which, by looking at the futuristic map, would and could not have been earth; which only alluded more and more to the circumstance of having an out of realm and multidimensional relationship with such a man, that I had been happy to be reminded of. Joel, for whatever reason, did make me happy—and even though I hadn't met him face-to-face in the waking world, (and didn't plan on doing so,) actually having abandoned entirely my hopes and dreams of actually becoming a superstar DJ, mostly jealous of the pre-teen looking always extremely skinny, white girls that the industry seemed to prioritize and put up on privileged pedestals, almost seeming as if they were hypersexualized children— However, I still did adore Joel, for what it was worth, even if what it was worth, was nothing—and it wasn't. Just a dream alone was enough to satisfy, and with that, had pushed [Redacted] so far out of my mind that I nearly danced into my waking life afterward, in some sort of a cold sweat, my heat still on as high as it could go and the weather beginning to swelter, though, I knew something was and had been wrong, as instant depression settled in almost immediately within the first few moments of being awake, and at the very very least. I had a new baseline for a dance song ringing around in my head, if only to quickly rush to my keyboard to pluck out the tune, then abandoning my Ableton for other endeavors—finding a job, so that I could cure the horrible disease of being broke in New York. It was good to at least been discouraged enough, after reading through a couple blogs, how hard it would be to become an actual screenwriter— just as I had decades before been discouraged in the same way and more than likely the same group of elites and supremacists of whatever sort, who segregated the industry, dominated it with nepotism, and kept such tight inner circles that I thought not to even bother, and considered even pulling what had been published of the festival project, in order to protect it from plagiarism. For as certain as shit, Becky and Karen were almost never original, always in charge of hiring their favorites and family members, and would always find a way to see to it that I could never get ahead of or worse—over her. Now you got two little kids That's two boys— Two bros, going “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Now that's two boys goin' “Yeah, my dad hits women” Now that's two boys goin' “Well, you know we're fucking native” Now there's two kids goin' “Yeah my dad's a piece of shit' Two little boys goin' “Yeah, my dad's a piece of shit” Bet your money on a dollar That your mommy doesn't get this Betting on a dollar That you'll never be a mother, But big brother don't get it Big brother don't open his old eyes for nothing Big brother's dosing off in the corner But his mother loves him {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

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It's Bey Hive season!! With Beyoncé's Renaissance Tour touching down in the US this week, the stans are ready to party with the queen (no non-disclosure). But Kay got to see her first tour stop in Europe a few months ago, and how that happened is quite the story. In this episode, Khadeen gives us the tea about her trip to Sweden to see the other Yoncé. Dead ass.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This episode is a bit different – instead of getting deep into the weeds with a guest, we're starting from the beginning. Our guest today, Pearlé Nwaezeigwe, aka the Yoncé of Tech Policy, chats with me about Tech Policy 101. I get a lot of questions from people who are fascinated by Trust & Safety and Integrity work in tech, and they want to know – what does it look like? How can I do it too? What kinds of jobs are out there? So, I thought we'd tackle some of those questions here on the podcast. Today's episode covers the exciting topics of nipples, Lizzo, weed, and much more. And as any of us who have worked in policy would tell you, “it's complicated.” Let me know what you think (if you want to see more of these, or less) – this is an experiment. (You can reach me here on LinkedIn). — Alice HunsbergerLinks:Pearlé's newsletterLizzo talks about censorship and body shamingOversight board on nipples and nudityGrindr's Best Practices for Gender-Inclusive Content ModerationTSPA curriculum: creating and enforcing policyAll Tech is Human - Tech Policy HubCredits:Hosted and edited by Alice HunsbergerProduced by Talha BaigMusic by Zhao ShenSpecial Thanks to Rachel, Sean, Cass and Sahar for their continued support

We went LIVE in TikTik to discuss the following topics. First, with the announcement of Beyoncé's Renaissance tour, people are in a frenzy as rumors start circulating about ticket prices. Yoncè all on their mouths like likka, hunni & folks are BIG mad. Did we forget that she's a business woman? Some people are consumers only & it shows. Secondly, we scored Ari Lennox tickets at the Fillmore here in Charlotte for Monday. We love Ari cause she brings the raw & soft ratchet lyrics that we all are thinking but never say. And finally, why are young adults between 18-28 experiencing so much overwhelm, anxiety & lack drive? This is the generation that has all the technology & open dialogue, so what's the problem. Email: beinbmorenclt@gmail.com Follow us on all social media: IG: beingbaltimore_incharlotte Facebook: Being Baltimore in Charlotte TikTok: @beincltnclt Love our conversations? We'd love to hear from you. Please rate & review in the Apple store or Google Reviews.

Joe got himself a pair of Beyoncé tickets just by answering a few prop bet questions about the Super Bowl! Thanks for playing Joe and enjoy Yoncé!

// Nun ist es offiziell: Der Sommer ist rum. Das ist aber noch längst kein Grund, sich hinterm Ofen zu verkriechen (der dieses Jahr wahrscheinlich sowieso nur auf Sparflamme läuft). In dieser Folge feiern wir den Herbst, den Rhythmus der Natur und die Launen des Wetters. Wir springen einfach weiter ins Wasser, laufen barfuß durch den Wald und bestaunen den Mond. Wir blicken auf Ausrüstung, die uns im Herbst trocken und warm hält, und brauen aus ein paar wenigen Zutaten einen Zaubertrank für unser Immunsystem. Schön, dass du da bist, Herbst! Ohne dich wäre alles viel zu langweilig ... Präsentiert wird diese Folge vom Outdoor-Händler Yonc.de, der unter https://www.yonc.de/best-of-herbst/ ausgewählte Herbst-Ausrüstung präsentiert. Mit dem Code „christofoerster” bekommst du 15 Prozent Rabatt auf das gesamte Yonc-Sortiment. Den Newsletter zu diesem Podcast mit weiterführenden Infos und Links kannst du hier abonnieren: https://www.christofoerster.com/freiraus

Als Savvas arbeitet er in Paderborn als Friseur, als Yoncé Banks tritt er deutschlandweit erfolgreich als Drag Queen auf. Der Weg dahin war kein leichter. Als schwuler Mann musste er gegen viele Widerstände kämpfen. Wie erholt man sich von Mobbing? Von Melis Yesilkaya /Helena Kaufmann.

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It's the best improvised comedy podcast about conspiracy theories! The Truthcast has been called been called Beavis and Butt-head meets The X-Files. That's insulting. The TRUTHCAST is your ONLY source of the hard hitting news "they're" too scared to tell you about. It most certainly is NOT a parody of a conspiracy theory podcast turned homoerotic soap opera. This week our heroes bring on hip-hop conspiracy expert, Ranata, to discuss various hip-hop conspiracies to help the show gain a little bit of "street cred" in a few specific untapped markets for the show. Renata is played by Tennah McDonald. Tennah is a multi-faceted comedian (stand-up/improv) from Indianapolis. She helps produce shows for the "https://www.instagram.com/indyrabbittales/ (Rabbit Tales)" monthly story telling show in Indianapolis, or you can listen to her on either of her podcasts "https://www.instagram.com/spicymagicvibes/ (Spicy Magic Vibes)" or "https://www.instagram.com/thedrunkdialpodcast/ (The Drunk Dial Podcast)" and can be found doing stand-up comedy all over the city and region. Follow Tennah on https://www.tiktok.com/@lumpytennahcles (TikTok) or https://www.instagram.com/horchatadelrey/ (Instagram)! Thomas Luge was played by Alex Bozinovic. Check out Alex's other podcasts https://linktr.ee/burtselleckpod (The Burt Selleck Podcast) or https://linktr.ee/lunchpilled (Lunchpilled Podcast). Walter Allen Lincoln Klay was played by Tim Den Otter. Lil Dickie was played by Mike Bobbitt. You can listen to his other podcast https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/truthcast/you-made-me-watch (You Made Me Watch ). Check out the great TRUTH videos Tim Den Otter produces at: https://www.youtube.com/thetruthcast Here's the central hub for all your http://truheroism.com/ (TRUTH) needs: http://truheroism.com/ Art by Mark Rudolph: http://markrudolph.com/ This podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacy Podcorn - https://podcorn.com/privacy

Opinions are like assholes—we all have one. Some of us have several and, if that's the case, should probably consult a doctor. In this week's episode, Emma is back to her bubbly self, recapping the whole of her weekend full of both subpar and extraordinary food, BYOB establishments, billiards, and being caught in the middle of illicit romantic entanglements (maybe). She reviews two different rock docs (rock 'n' roll documentaries), the new Amazon rom-com "I Want You Back," and Aziz Ansari's newest standup special. She then dives headfirst into her listeners' unpopular opinions, which she prompted them for earlier in the week. Are T. Swift and Yoncé overrated? Do baby showers fucking suck? Where do we stand on breakfast for dinner? Weigh in and tune in next episode for even more unpopular opinions because we're just getting started. Follow the podcast on Instagram @thatswhatesaid_thepodcast Follow Emma on Instagram @emmasthing --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thats-what-e-said/support

Deuxième artiste la plus récompensée au monde juste après Michael Jackson, à seulement 40 ans et 25 années de carrière, elle a influencé toute une nouvelle génération de chanteurs et chanteuses qui aujourd'hui n'hésitent pas à la nommer comme première influence. On revient aujourd'hui sur 5 moments iconiques qui ont défini sa carrière. On parle de Queen Bey, la reine de la Beyhive, Yoncé, ou tout simplement Beyoncé.

SET LIST: 1:08 Intro 1:41 Crazy In Love (Remix) 6:08 Crazy In Love/Bootylicious 9:23 I Care 13:52 7/11 Interlude 15:38 7/11 19:07 Do Nothing Bitch Interlude 19:45 Diva 22:28 Survivor 24:10 Ring The Alarm 25:58 fuck it up bitch 27:42 Run The World 30:18 Feminist Interlude 32:49 BowDown 34:44 ***Flawless 37:14 Say My Name 39:20 Yoncé 40:04 Jumpin Jumpin 41:51 Naughty Girl/Back To Black Interlude 45:00 Drunk In Love 49:33 50:58 51:44  Feelin' Myself 53:10 Partition 56:24 Le Sexe/Ghost Interlude 1:00:38 Haunted 1:03:28 Blow 1:08:45 Mine Interlude 1:08:04 XO 1:11:53 Halo 1:14:12 1+1 1:19:08 Love On Top 1:22:45 Phenomenal Woman Interlude 1:25:40 End Of Time/Grown Woman 1:28:00 Single Ladies Team UNPLUGGED.

Ich muss sagen, dass mir der Rückblick mit Hollywood Matze fast das Herz gebrochen hat. Ihn zu sehen hat die alten Wunden wieder aufgerissen. Er hat die Show viel zu früh verlassen. Meint Johnny! Mit dem Abgang von Ioanni hat auch Sonny ihren Lieblingskandidaten verloren. Seid ihr auch der Meinung, dann schreibt uns gerne via Twitter @piepsein oder eine E-Mail: piepsein@gmail.com Was ist in dieser Folge noch alles passiert. Vollkommen egal, denn die Sendung plätschert so vor sich hin... schade... oder ist es der Tatsache geschuldet, dass sich parallel die RealityTV-Stars einen Kampf auf RTL2 liefern. Das Format gehört trotz Cathy Hummels zum Highligt der Woche, im Gegensatz dazu schaffen es Collien und Christian (außer bei Yonce) nicht, die Sendung zu wuppen. Im Finale sind: Vivienne, Siria, Yoncé und Magdalene (schnapp ihn dir)

Admin note: Hey everyone! Please give us some feedback with out listener survey here: Enjoy the Vue listener survey (https://forms.gle/qd8kKv2HCWpRPcNZ9) There are so many tools out there that can make your life as a developer easier or more fun. In today's episode, Alex, Tessa, and Ari sit down to share some of their favorite tools. We hear about why everyone loves VSCode and find out the story of how each panelist came to use this editor for their work. We also dive into themes, terminals, and font choices, where there are some seriously hot takes. In fact, Alex has such hot takes, we are not even sure he will be a host anymore! Our conversation even gets into mouse selection, keyboard choice, where you hear about what a hot-swappable keyboard is, and some of the best extensions for typos. Ultimately, you have to decide what makes your life better and improves your workflow. We are just here to share what works for us. Tune in to hear it all! Key Points From This Episode: Hear what editor everyone is currently using and the story behind their decisions.  What makes VSCode so powerful: all of its plugins.  Everyone's VSCode theme of choice at the moment.  Hear about some of the instances when Alex uses light themes.  Find out what a ligature is and when you should and should not use them.  Fonts that Alex, Tessa, and Ari use in their editors.  The panel's terminal decisions; there are some seriously hot takes!  Insights into why Alex doesn't really use git commands.  Hear about Mac's productivity app, Alfred, and how it works.  Some extensions that help with typos in the terminal.  Why Ari uses a gaming mouse and how this has helped her.  Ari, Tessa, and Alex's keyboard habits and which fingers they use for what.  Some of the mouses Tessa, Ari, and Alex have used and currently use.  A look at the panel's keyboard preferences.  What a hot-swappable keyboard is and the benefits of using one.  Final tools and tricks from everyone to end the show.  Hear what the panel's picks for this week are. Tweetables: “What makes VS Code so powerful is its plugins. You can turn VS Code into an IDE, which is an integrated development environment. That allows you to have your debugging built-in.” —@fimion (https://twitter.com/fimion) [0:04:40] “My random, other extra dev thing is that I use a gaming mouse.” — @GloomyLumi (https://twitter.com/gloomylumi?lang=en) [0:31:41] “I feel like, if you have a mouse you take that opportunity to try a new mouse, because usually, you don't really have that option.” — Tessa [0:37:07] “Hot swappable boards are solderless. You just pop the switches up, pop in new ones, but you have to have something in the board to hold the switch in place.” —@fimion (https://twitter.com/fimion) [0:40:54] Links Mentioned in Today's Episode: Enjoy the Vue listener survey (https://forms.gle/qd8kKv2HCWpRPcNZ9) Sublime Text (https://www.sublimetext.com) VS Code (https://code.visualstudio.com) PyCharm (https://www.jetbrains.com/pycharm) Nyan Progress Bar plugin (https://plugins.jetbrains.com/plugin/8575-nyan-progress-bar) Yoncé (https://github.com/minamarkham/yonce) VSCodeThemes (https://vscodethemes.com) Dank Mono (https://philpl.gumroad.com/l/dank-mono) Cartograph (https://connary.com/cartograph.html) Comic Mono (https://dtinth.github.io/comic-mono-font/) Logitech K380 Multi-Device Bluetooth Keyboard (https://www.logitech.com/en-us/products/keyboards/k380-multi-device.920-007558.html) Logitech MX Master 3 (https://www.logitech.com/en-us/products/mice/mx-master-3-mac-wireless-mouse) Keycool KC-87 RGB (https://drop.com/buy/keycool-kc87-dual-mode-pudding-mechanical-keyboard) WASD Keyboard (https://www.wasdkeyboards.com/wasd-v3-104-key-barebones-mechanical-keyboard.html) Logitech G604 (https://www.logitechg.com/en-us/products/gaming-mice/g604-lightspeed-wireless-gaming-mouse.910-005622.html) Penn and Teller: Fool Us (https://www.cwtv.com/shows/penn-teller-fool-us/), CW Horizon Zero Dawn (https://www.playstation.com/en-us/games/horizon-zero-dawn/) (Playstation 4, PC) Sanditon (https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/shows/sanditon), BBC (PBS, Amazon Prime) Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts (https://www.netflix.com/title/80221553), Netflix

In Episode 14 von Social Mixtape definieren Yoncé Banks und Lucy Hellenbrecht euch ihre Weiblichkeit und den Unterschied zwischen Travestie-Kunst und Transgender. Dazu gibt's noch ein paar gelassene Tipps, wie die beiden mit Hate im Netz umgehen. Connectet euch jetzt mit Yahoo Style und verpasst dank Instagram, TikTok, Youtube und Facebook keine Folge mehr. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Rap ist für die Journalistin und Buchautorin Antonia Baum Geschichten erzählen. Für diese Erzählform bewundert sie zum Beispiel Haftbefehl – außer wenn er anfängt zu reflektieren, das muss nicht sein. Mit Niko spricht sie über frauenfeindliche Texte im Rap und trotzdem Rapfan zu sein und die Wortakrobatik zu schätzen – was sie mit dem Stockholm Syndrom vergleicht. Niemand kann das so gut erklären, wie Antonia Baum, die früher versuchte mit ihrem Wissen in Rap ihre Brüder zu imponieren. Als sie später Rapper interviewte erzählt sie Niko, warum es nicht immer so angenehm war. Hört unbedingt rein, denn hier erfährst du, was unter anderem das Beyonce Prinzip ist. Hast du dich schon einmal gefragt – what would Yoncé do?

AJ Andrews is quite the catch, literally! In 2016 she became the first woman ever to receive a Rawlings Gold Glove award given traditionally to baseball players who exhibited superior fielding. She is a professional softball player, a fierce fashionista and according to her Instagram bio, the Yoncé of Softball. AJ and Christine talk about dating, athleisure and what AJ does to take care of her mind and her body. Special thanks to our partner, Thigh Society. Visit www.thighsociety.com and use code HALFNAKED15 for 15% off your purchase for the entire month of February. Half Naked is proudly supported by On Gossamer. Visit www.ongossamer.com and use code HALFNAKED25 for 25% off your purchase for the entire month of February.

New year. New bling. New song to sing. Zac & Rachelle chat about the holidays, community in light of the Corona Virus, social media woes+pros, and how much they miss seeing people's entire faces. Everything is better together.

Di Michela Murgia e Chiara TagliaferriQuesto episodio è realizzato in collaborazione con buddybank powered by UniCredit.Bey, B., Queen B., Princess of Pop, Yoncé, Queen Bey, Honey B.Oltre a Daenerys Targaryen la spezzatrice di catene – Beyoncé è sicuramente una delle Morgane con più soprannomi, tra quelle che abbiamo raccontato. E lei, come Khaleesi è un’incendiaria, fa bruciare tutto quello che ha attorno, lo accende, ma non si scotta.Beyoncé è, soprattutto, una Morgana politica. Ascoltare per credere.

This week, Tracy and Josh celebrate the Queen, the legend, Ms. Texas Trill Herself: Beyoncé. They're joined by Crissle, co-host of The Read, who tells the story of how ‘Yoncé changed her life, and listeners share what Giselle means to them. Then, they a play game of song association with Matt Bellassai of Unhappy Hour, to find out who’s really hive. Additional Material By: Columbia Records, Lisa G Productions, Sony Music Entertainment, Toazted Media B.V., ABC News / Lincoln Square Productions, Gray Cat Productions, Parkwood Productions, Dreamworks Pictures/Paramount Pictures, AEG Presents, Full Sail University, 1501 Certified Entertainment / 300 Entertainment, and CW/Warner Bros. Production. Music courtesy of www.epidemicsound.com. For transcriptions, please visit our website at https://pineapple.fm/back-issue. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Rest in Peace Congressman John Lewis who was laid to rest late last week. Our Beyoncé, who art from the 3rd Ward, Knowles-Carter be thy name. Our wigs were snatched, but we ain't surprised, because we know you don't play no games. #BlackIsKing exceeded all expectations and we're here to report! Also this week: can you hide being high? Appreciation vs. Appropriation, what Black Lives Matter, the movement should stand for, #BreonnaTaylor and her family still await justice despite her case being reopened and Oprah surrendering her spot on her magazine cover to raise further awareness, Netflix made an announcement that tugged at our hairlines a bit before Yoncé came in with the finish and more! New music discussed - #BlackIsKing (because of course), Muwop (single) - Mulatto & Gucci Mane and "Can I" (video) by Kehlani. Get social with us! Instagram: @smokinsectionpod / Twitter: @smokin_section

Tikima and Bre'nai go from discussing anal bleaching to ranking Beyoncé's six studio albums. Argue with your mother not us!  Edit: Although Check On It was released in 2005 for Destiny's Child's #1's album, it was re-released on the international version of B'Day which is why we chose to include it. Also, I (Bre'nai) forgot to include Start Over and I Miss You as part of my favorites from the album 4 and I'm truly dissapointed! Tikima's favorite transitions from Homecoming: Partition, Yoncé, Mi Gente, Baby Boy, You Don't Love Me, and Hold Up Listen To Our Beyoncé Playlist Here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0YsiSFJGw3XbJkLcJVmEB3?si=2hb58r6bSBeb8LE_yHm_Xg Show notes: instagram.com/thatsnotonbrand Tikima: instagram.com/tikimarenee Bre'nai: instagram.com/stalkerbabydaddy --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thatsnotonbrand/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thatsnotonbrand/support

If you know softball, you know A.J Andrews—she’s the former LSU All-American turned pro who was the first softball player to ever win a Rawlings Gold Glove Award. Today, she joins Rob Crews to talk about growing up an athlete, taking pride in defense and serving as a role model. Hear how she developed her skills as an elite athlete and why she's motivated to not just stay in the game but to change it for the better. Hear from the outfielder herself on what aspects of the game matter the most for developing into a well rounded player and person. She shares her passion for inspiring young women of color, and making strides for equality for female athletes across the board. “Make sure that you don't align yourself with the possible and start really thinking about the impossible because impossible is nothing more than a dare, it's not a declaration.” -AJ Andrews [41:03] “Representation is of the utmost importance. At the end of the day, in softball you're going to find maybe one, maybe two African American women on a team and I want that to change. I don't think it is at all indicative of the African American talent that's out there.” -AJ Andrews [27:26] Key Takeaways: How AJ Andrews went from youth athlete to professional softball player. What she's learned about collegiate and professional sports. How she's inspiring other young women to achieve their dreams. Episode Timeline: [00:29] CG Plus [01:23] Intro [01:41] Meet AJ Andrews [02:14] Her background in sports and finding softball [05:02] When she realized she was fast [06:51] Developing athleticism with other sports [10:47] Getting recruited by LSU [12:42] Transitioning to college life [17:13] Self motivation and life as a professional athlete [19:33] Becoming the first woman to receive the Rawlings Gold Glove Award [22:49] Taking pride in defense [26:08] Representation for African American women [30:23] Gender inequality in sport [35:52] Branding and creating other streams of revenue [39:42] Finding AJ Andrews [40:19] Outro “If I didn't make that one catch in that one moment, my entire life would be completely different... you just never know who's watching and you always have to give 100% effort and you always have to be yourself.” -AJ Andrews [11:09] Resources Mentioned: CG Plus Connect: Find | Rob Crews At Complete.game On Instagram: @completegame On Twitter: @completegame On Facebook: @completegame Find | AJ Andrews At alwaysaj.com On Instagram: @aj_andrews_ On Twitter: @aj_andrews_ On TikTok: @theajandrews Subscribe: On Apple Podcasts On Spotify On Stitcher On iHeart Radio Credit: IggyBeats, DT Productions, and Ali the Greatest for background music.

Finalstimmung bei Queen ofDrags! In der letzten Folge sprechen Tobi & Sandro mit Gewinnerin Yoncé Banks über ihren Sieg, ihre Zeit bei Queen of Drags und was sie mit den 100.00€ Siegprämie vorhat! Außerdem geben wir euch natürlich eine Revue zum großen Finale und öffnen unseren letzten Glückskeks. Danke fürs Zuhören!

Wenn sich der Fehlerteufel einmal einschleicht, dann so richtig. Mitten in der Nacht eine Podcast-Folge aufzuzeichen ist - wie wir gemerkt haben - semigut, denn da hat sich leider das falsche Mikrofon in die Aufnahme geschaltet. Deshalb vorne weg: sorry für den Ton. Wir wollten eigentlich keine 52minütige Sprachnachricht aufnehmen. Und damit zum guten Teil: der Horror-Zirkus mit Heidi Klum, Bill Kaulitz und Conchita Wurst wurde eröffnet und neben Epilepsie durch den Schnitt konnte jeder sehen, was für eine Diva Catherine 'Leckerli' LeClery ist, wieso Aria nur die Wahl zwischen Pest und Cholera hatte, wieso Bambis Nummer niemand haben wollte, wann Vava vom Himmel gefallen ist und warum Yoncé wieder einmal tanzt. Dazu gab es dieses Mal den heißesten Shade von Pam Pengco. Seid ihr bereit? Die nächste Runde geht rückwärts!

How do I make Beyoncé's videos okay to watch at home? Like????????????

In this episode, our host Agnes Pagán talks about the introvert entrepreneur struggle and chats with Marissa Layton, owner of Next Level Consulting firm who shares the power of confidence in business. To learn more about Marissa, visit www.nextlevelconsultingfirm.com.

As the investigation into the Church of Yoncé's desecration comes to a head, will our adventurers learn the truth beyond the cat mask? Will this evil be stopped or will Mayic rule supreme? I think it's time for a fight.

Benny and Hogom find an interesting marketplace while Yves discovers the Church of Yoncé has been vandalized.

Episode 33: If our Queen Bey had been a few shades darker would she be the mega star she is today?! Dominican artist Jarina De Marco highlights colorism in the Latinx community. And your favorite hipsters speak on how this issue has affected them personally. BTW, don't even think about coming for us Beyhive, everyone knows we live, die and would come back from the dead for Yoncé! Black Hipster theme song "I Wish" by RL Beats.

Dan rages at the "I'm Tired Too" people, compares his high school girlfriend to Captain Marvel, and talks to theater artist Kirya Traber about her Bay Area youth, her roots in socialist anti-war activism, being a Scorpio, repressing her inner nerd, and how Beyoncé taught her to love Star Trek. "Sick Day" is a listener supported podcast so please check out Dan's Patreon Page. Website: http://danfishback.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/dangerfishback Instagram: http://instagram.com/dangerfishback Facebook: http://facebook.com/danfishbackofficial

In this episode Myles Measures the new Lion King movie and Yoncé...and Cashmere talks heartbreak…We have a new segment!!! Dutchpot… a new conversation each and every week… Email the show to suggest topics!Find out who their Melanin Magnificence goes to and stay tuned until the end to find out who Gets The Belt!This weeks Melanin Magnificence:https://instagram.com/shepaints._?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=1ox8xojp7d5fchttps://frontroom.org.uk/art-trail-bristol/index.php?view=show_artist&id=799If you like what you heard please subscribe, follow, like, share and leave a review on iTunes! Remember to join the discussion on twitter to use the hashtag #GetTheBeltPod Follow us on our social media to stay up to date and PLEASE send us questions and tell us if you have any Melanin Magnificence suggestions or even who you think should Get The Belt!email: Contact@GetTheBeltPod.comwww.instagram.com/getthebeltpodwww.facebook.com/getthebeltpodwww.twitter.com/GetTheBeltPodFollow your hosts at @MylesHart & @CashmereDiaries.x ✊

We’re back with an extra special episode that was recorded on the Queen’s birthday! Our hosts share birthday libations in honor of Bey and share things that Beyoncé has taught them. Remember: never drop that alcohol.

Dr. Nikki & I talk about the "real" of the not-so-real topic of Social Media, led by her profound research from her PhD dissertation. You want to know the ways social media can negatively effect you as a mama? Listen Here. Wanna know how to use it to your advantage? Listen here! Be prepared, if you are not a "Beyonce Fan" (if that even exists) listen to this episode any way! There is a Beyonce Praise & Worship service at around 20:00... We chat about Mrs. Carter's performance-ponytail having a personality, the responsible way to use social media as a mother, and the importance of loving that FUPA you have post-baby...because YONCÉ said so! IG @baemamapodcast Email: baemamapod@gmail.com

Out of all of those, The Real Boys are back together in full force. Topics include a krokodil Kermit the Frog, /r/TheRealBoysPodcast turning into a NSFW subreddit, being stuck in an elevator with and avoiding urinating in front of celebrities, the living nightmare of Cal Chuchesta, the tale of Bob Gibson and Teddy Roosevelt, what current television series should end as a dream, and Episode #01 of The Boss Baby: Back in Business Review. This episode is rated Beans Plus. Join our no swear episode community at www.Facebook.com/TheRealBoysPodcast Send ideas for the punishment episode at https://therealboyspodcast.sarahah.com Submit questions for our town hall episode to TheRealBoysPodcast@gmail.com Tweet about our krokodil episode at https://twitter.com/realboyspodcast www.TheRealBoysPodcast.com

Holden joins Jackie in LA and they gab with Marcus about the upcoming Addam's Family animated movie, getting Blair Witch'ed and fat children of Hollywood. Want even more hot goss? Support us on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/page7podcast Thanks to Quip for sponsoring this episode. Get your first refill pack free at http://getquip.com/page7 Go to http://felixgrayglasses.com/page7 to try a pair of Felix Gray glasses today! Carefree, ZigZag Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons:

40 Mins of 100% Bey!

OBSESSED: 3 HOURS of BEYONCÉ [The Peace Bisquit Tribute Party Mixtape] Mixed LIVE! by DJ Bill Coleman Friday, June 23 2017 at CRAZY In LOVE: The All-BEYONCÉ Skate Pride Weekend at Lola Staar's Dreamland Roller Disco 1. Haunted (The RedTop Suite) 2. Countdown 3. Green Light 4. Bug-A-Boo - Destiny's Child 5. Naughty Girl 6. Deja Vu ft. Jay Z 7. Hold Up 8. Soldier ft Lil Wayne & TI 9. Diva 10. Upgrade U ft. Jay Z 11. Work It Out 12. Sweet Dream 13. If I Were A Boy (Lost Daze Remix) 14. End Of Time 15. Jumpin’ Jumpin’ - Destiny's Child 16. Beautiful Liar feat Shakira 17. Freakum Dress 18. Don’t Hurt Yourself feat Jack White 19. Me Myself I 20. Irreplaceable 21. Check It Out ft. Bun B, Slim Thug 22. Bootilicious - Destiny's Child 23. Yoncé / Partition 24. Why Don’t You Love Me? 25. 7/11 (Peace Bisquit Re-Edit) 26. Shining - DJ Khaled + Jay Z 27. Blow (CJay Swayne Peace Bisquit Re-Edit) 28. Run The World (Girls) 29. Survivor - Destiny's Child 30. Get Me Bodied 31. XO (Full Crate Mix) 32. Smash Into You (RedTop Disco Mix) 33. Video Phone (Remix) ft. Lady Gaga 34. Grown Woman 35. Lose My Breath (Ultimix) 36. Baby Boy ft. Sean Paul 37. Sorry 38. Ring The Alarm 39. Say My Name - Destiny's Child 40. Formation (Mike Q Remix + Original) 41. Drunk In Love (Major Lazer Mix) 42. Single Ladies 43. Independent Woman (pt.1) - Destiny's Child 44. Love On Top 45. Daddy Issues ft. Dixie Chicks 46. No No No ft. Wyclef Jean - Destiny's Child 47. Halo 48. Crazy In Love ft. Jay Z "I Just Make The Hits, I'm A Factory."

Chris discusses something he hates: sports games that end in ties. Other topics on today's episode: liking Joe Buck, new planes vs. old planes, Tom Hanks, overly sensitive gun owners, Beyoncé (Bey v. Yoncé) and (surprise) 2 things in movies that Chris hates.

1. Downtown - CAZWELL 2. Take Ü There - Jack Ü ft. Missy & Kiesza 3. Bang Bang (Caked Up and Meuax Green Remix) - Jessie J, Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj 4. Shake It Off (Erik Esquire Street Blend)- Taylor Swift 5. Lip Gloss (Top Remix) - Lil Mama 6. Hey Mama - David Guetta , Afrojack, Nicki Minaj 7. Partition (Noodles and Devastator Remix) - Beyoncé 8. Wiggle (Twerk Remix) - Jason Derulo 9. Gas Pedal (Caked Up Remix)- Sage The Gemini ft. iamsu 10. Hot Ni**a (Twerk Remix)- Bobby Schmurda 11. Rock Your Body (Thrizzo 100 BPM Twerk Remix) - Justin Timberlake 12. I Don’t Fuck With You - Big Sean 13. One Minute Man - Missy Elliot ft. Ludacris & Trina 14. I'm In Love With The Coco - O.T Genasis (Cova n Mo Rada Twerk Mix) 15. Bitch Better Have My Money (Twerk Remix) - Rihanna 16. Get Your Freak On x Set It Off - Missy Elliot (Slander Edit) 17. Headband (Twerk Remix) - B.o.B. ft. 2 Chainz 18. DJ Turn It Up (Peace Bisquit Mashup) - Dai Burger vs. Yellow Claw 19. Yoncé (Trap Remix) - Beyoncé 20. Fancy (Caked Up Mix) - Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX 21. Work It (Ratatata Twerk Mix) - Missy Elliot 22. Only That Real (Twerk Mix) - IAMSU! 23. Black Widow (Vice Remix) - Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Ora 24. Ass Fat - Trina & Meek Mill 25. Turn Down For Bells - DJ Snake ft. Lil Jon vs. La Rez 26. Drop It Like It’s Hot (Tim Gunter Remix) - Snoop Dogg 27. Get Me Bodied (Vito Fun X SpacePlant Twerk Remix)- Beyoncé

Jaypresident wakes up from his winter hibernation to smack the world with the 2014 debut of The Flagrant. In this episode we're loving Beyonce's album, hating cash loan spots, eating ketchup doritos and looking for love on Instagram. Sodamnflagrant.tumblr.com Instagram:Jayprezident Twitter:Jaypresident Like and Comment on iTunes!!