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Mm.

Mm.

Oh.

Oh, that's interesting.

Tell me more.

I guess what I'm wondering is--

I'm Lauren Caspian,
and this is "In the Know."

Mm.

I'm Lauren Caspian,
and this is "In the Know."

You're a fucking god.

The unhoused man looked at me.

He looked me dead in the eyes,
and he said, thank you.

Thank you for recognizing my humanity

when the rest of the world refused.

- The homeless guy said that?
- Mm, with his eyes, yes.

And he's in the studio bathroom right now?

It was the least I could do.

Okay.
Well, have a good show.

Oh, Carl, I'm no hero.

What?

Oh, Carl, I wish I could see
myself the way you see me.

Oh, Carl, Saturday,
Lin-Manuel Miranda's

interviewing himself
at The New Yorker Festival.

Want to be my plus-one?

Uh, I have friends in town Saturday.

Ah.

Well, let's hang out next weekend. then?

They're here next weekend, too.

Jeez Louise.
They won't leave you alone.

I think they're just lonely

and have a hard time
picking up on social cues.

I was homeless once.

Yeah, s-summer of '66,
I lived under a pier

in Venice Beach with Jim Morrison.

H-he used to beat the shit out of me.

Ah, Fabian, guten morgen.

Don't start with me today, Lauren.

I was just attacked on the subway.

Good God.
What happened?

Some meathead's aftershave
triggered one of my migraines.

The way this country
treats the neuro-sensitive

makes me want to firebomb
a Bath & Body Works.

They're ready to go in five, Lauren.

Um, do you have the research
for the first guest?

This just says "straight white woman."

Tells you everything you need to know.

Chase, interns are
supposed to get here by 9:00.

We've talked about this.

Dude, it's crazy
I even came in.

Last night this couple
I was banging

accidentally locked me in their
home sensory-deprivation tank,

and I was frickin' screaming all night.

What, they didn't hear you?

They're both deaf--
Techno accident.

But they still DJ,
which is inspiring as fuck.

Good morning, everyone.
Ready to have a great show?

Ugh, Barb, you know
I can't have management

hovering over me before interviews.

The last thing I need is some
corporate fat cat

purring "money, money, money" in my ear.

You make twice my salary.

It's not all about money, Barb.

Okay, showtime.

Scrooge McDuck.

Boomer Witch.

Mmm.

Hi, this is Lauren.

Today we'll be unpacking
the idea of beauty.

Our first guest began modeling at just 13,

proving that in fashion,

child labor doesn't just happen
on the manufacturing side.

An actress, fashion goddess,
and fellow crazed book-slut,

Kaia Gerber, welcome to "In the Know."

Wow, um, thank you.
Thank you for having me.

Let's talk about
the impossible beauty standards

- that models put forward.
- Mm.

I buy most of my clothes

from a company called
Weak and Wiley,

which makes a sweater
with a built-in lumbar support.

- Mm-hmm.
- But I'm constantly turned off

by how unattainably beautiful

the male model is in their catalog.

Do you feel misled? Is that--
Is that what the issue is?

Well, when I look at the catalog,

I think, ooh, if I get that fair isle

with the orthopedic Spanx,

I'm going to look
like Vadim from the catalog.

- Mm-hmm.
- But then I go

to the food co-op,
and I see myself reflected

in their two-way mirror--
Because there's been

a lot of shoplifting at
the food co-op, to be honest--

I look nothing like Vadim.

I do think it can be misleading.

I think sometimes
I'll see a photo of myself,

and I don't even feel
like it looks like me.

- So imagine that.
- Mm.

I like to treat my interviews
like a trampoline

and boing from one subject to another.

- I'm ready.
- Boing, boing.

When you used to bring books
to read backstage

during fashion shows,
people were surprised.

Now, why do you think that is?

There's a very common misconception

about models that we're not intellectual.

So it doesn't take very much
to impress people.

I found the same
shadow assumption with me,

which is they expect me
to be intellectual,

but they don't expect me to be sensual.

- Mm.
- And so they're surprised

when they come to my house
and see my collection

of erotic didgeridoos.

Why do you have didgeridoos?

Because of how erotic they are.

- Right.
- Boing.

I'm trying to look younger.

Do you eat breakfast?

You know, spring semester
I modeled

for this flip-flop company,

where I'd climb in the back
of this guy's SUV,

and he'd photograph my feet
in different kinds of sandals.

It's a really exclusive brand.

They don't have a physical store

or a catalog or a website--
Just that Lincoln Navigator.

Do you want to see me
have a full-blown seizure?

What?

I'm on the 14-day egg diet.

This is how James Caan got in shape

for "Freebie and the Bean."

Get rid of it.

Mm.

Wait for me.

Wouldn't it be better if,
instead of choosing models

using the current bizarre criteria,

which, frankly, means most of them look

like literal aliens from scary space,

we just chose people at random
like jury duty.

I agree. I do think
that's worth exploring.

It would definitely make it interesting.

Imagine a hairy old man

in enormous Balenciaga shoes,

a female pipe fitter

who just had dental surgery
smizing in the new Donna Karan.

- Wouldn't that be refreshing?
- Completely, yes.

And because I feel like we're in a flow

where you're agreeing with me,

would you mind if I rant about
the violence of the male gaze?

Yeah, I would love to hear it.

And feel free to periodically chime in

and say, amen, or, go off, queen,

whatever feels natural.

Right, okay.

Here I go.

Men don't want these plastic waifs.

We want a physically dominant
version of ourselves.

We want a woman
with a big woolly shoulder bag

and long COVID, who smells
like hummus and coffee

and has earrings that are
sexy little wind chimes.

Mm.
Amen.

We are all fortunate to live in a time--

What's that one about?

Oh, a family of scientists
are kidnapped by time pirates.

It's actually based on a real
theory of special relativity.

Ooh, that sounds interesting.

I'm reading another novel about
the widows of Nova Scotia.

Oh, uh...

Hey, has there been any progress

in your husband's murder case?

Oh, I-I don't want to pester the police.

They're probably busy

prepping for the St. Patrick's Day Parade.

Dale loved parades.

How did you learn to walk in heels?

I actually took lessons,
and that is a true story.

Do you remember the key lesson?

Yes.
Don't sway your hips.

That's impossible for me,

because I have a naturally sassy pelvis.

So do I, and it proved to be an issue.

Now, you've said
you don't enjoy getting asked

basic questions like, "What are
three items in your purse?"

So I'll ask, Kaia, what have
you done that nobody knows

that you are most ashamed of?

And please be uncomfortably specific.

- Oh, my--
- This is a safe space.

Safe space.

Um, the three items in my purse, uh, are--

Didn't your daughter try
to get an internship here?

Yeah.
She really loves journalism.

- And then this dude got it?
- 14...

Yeah, supposedly his
parents made this big gift

to NPR after he was put
on academic probation

at Florida State.

- That stinks.
- Whoo!

Oh, Beth understands.

What's your relationship to showers?

I love crying in the shower.

When you don't know what's
tears and what's water,

that's one of my favorite things.

It's like peeing in the bath.
You can't tell what's what.

Okay.

You know, it's funny
you brought up bathrooms.

I-I don't normally talk
about my street activism,

but this morning
I invited an unhoused man

to use our studio restroom.

Great.

- Should I go off?
- Yes, go off.

Go off who?

Go off, queen.

Boing.
Do you like funerals?

Um...

No.

Is there someone
in our restroom right now?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, so what did everybody think?

- Amazing.
- Mm, yeah.

I'm a bit of a health freak myself.

Twice a week, I do
water reiki down at the Y.

Yeah.
Workout classes slap.

It's not a class.

It's just something I do
to people in the pool.

Huh.

And what did you think
of the interview, Miss Fabian?

"A tone-deaf duet
by two skeletal narcissists,

emphasis on the 'cis,' #CancelInTheKnow."

Did you tweet that
from the official show account?

Yeah.

- Great interview, Lauren.
- No, it's a team effort.

I'm merely the big daddy.

Oh, I also wanted to let everyone know

that that homeless gentleman
is still in the bathroom.

- Oh, Barb.
- Huh?

That is hate speech.

He is an unhoused person.

Actually, the preferred term is

"person who is currently without housing."

No, I don't think so.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really very empathetic
to the man's situation.

I volunteer at a homeless shelter--

Ah, ah, no, you volunteer
at an unhoused shelter.

A shelter for persons
currently without housing.

Well, it just feels very clunky.

Oh, I'm sorry, is it too inconvenient

to treat vulnerable populations
with respect?

How dare you?

I was using the term Inuit
back in the '90s.

I've been spelling "womyn" with a Y

since before
I could spell my name.

Either way, until he leaves,
everyone on the floor

will have to use
the Starbucks down the street.

And maybe that will teach us

about the lack of water closets
in this country.

May I remind you all
that this is public radio?

Let us urinate and do
all other washroom "shamefuls"

in solidarity with our unhoused
brothers and sisters.

Brothers, sisters, and nonbinary siblings

- currently without housing.
- God damn it!

I'm proud of you all.

We aren't just holding our urine,

we're holding space for the forgotten

and supposedly hideous among us.

We're going to have to find

a new place to take a leak.

That Starbucks has bad vibes.

What does that mean?

They accused
Sandy of stealing an egg.

Did you steal an egg?

Sandy?

The manager said

- no more public-radio people.
- Great.

There's another Starbucks
eight blocks further down.

- Go for it.
- No, you go.

I don't want you getting
another men's UTI.

Oh.
Thanks, Barb.

I'll get the guy
in the bathroom a sandwich.

No, Carl, I-I know you're
trying to do what's best,

but we can't presume to know
what this man wants.

I could ask him.

Oh, so it's this man's responsibility

to teach us what persons
currently without housing

like to eat?

Do the work, Barb.

- I could give him money.
- Jesus Chri--

I mean, Barb, what is this
craven obsession with money?

Wow.

And you wonder why you're miserable.

I'm pretty happy, all things considered.

I'll be back in 15.

Uh, Carl, I'm sorry, but we
need to tape Sandy's segment

if we want to stay on schedule.

- Can you stay?
- Lauren.

It's okay, Barb.
I'll manage.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is why Carl and I are best friends.

Season's greetings, movie mavens.

It's time for another edition
of "Candid Culture,"

with me, Sandy Cooter.

If you need to go, I can cover.

I'm okay.

It helps if I focus on something else.

Today I'll be sharing my views

on the Andrew Samberg romp,
"Palm Springs."

Didn't you tell him
to review more recent movies?

He says he likes to watch
a film once with the sound off

and once with his eyes closed
and then wait two years

for his ideas to
"simmer like a creole gumbo."

I-I'm afraid
Mr. Samberg's talents

are better suited for skits
such as "Dick in a Box,"

which I loved,
than a major motion picture.

The mind spins to think what
a talent like Dick Gregory

could have done with a role like this.

We miss you, Dick.
We wish you weren't in a box.

You can't have a serious
conversation about beauty

without
America's foremost expert.

One of the stars of "Queer Eye,"

they're a hair guru, a raconteur,

and self-described "Malcolm X
of the gay community."

Jonathan Van Ness,
welcome to "In the Know."

Um, "self-described Malcolm X
of the gay community"?

That's what our researcher Fabian said.

Is that incorrect?

I-I typically go for, like, a diva.

Huh.

Give me, like, a Whitney.
Give me a Taylor.

- Give me a Mariah.
- Mm.

I've just never been described

of a Malcolm X of anything
before, but I'm obsessed.

Jonathan, what I love
about your show "Queer Eye"

is that you're taking rightful revenge

against heterosexual society
by erasing straight identities.

It's sort of a conversion camp in reverse,

a physically imposing five-person platoon

thunders into the hetero's home

and tells them to change
everything about themselves,

or they'll never be loved, and
I think it's just wonderful.

Yeah, we actually edit out
the boxing matches.

- Mm.
- Like, we actually--we also--

No, we do that.

Like, if they don't conform fast enough,

like, we go off camera, and we
just beat the shit out of them,

- all five of us.
- Mm.

Do you ever show up at one of
these dirty "strogres'" homes,

and it's just some dopey pig
with a Bowflex

and a deer head on the wall?

Do you ever think, well, I'm
sorry, but he's beyond saving,

let's just leave this dopey pig
in his filth?

Um, we have never really had,

like, a "dopey"...

Like, no, like, all of them--

I think really everyone at their core

is, like, a sweet, good person.

Mm. And what do you
think about the word "strogre"?

Do you think it can catch on?

It's a slur
I've been workshopping.

It's a combination of the word
"straight" and "ogre."

It's giving me, like,

something that you would tune
a cello with.

- Mm.
- It's not giving me a read.

It's giving me forced.

- And you know JLo just said--
- Who's that?

Jennifer Lopez, obviously.

I'm not familiar.
Is she a victim of wage theft?

Oh, honey.

But she said her third best advice

that she got on this,
like, "Vogue" thing I saw

was, like, don't force it.

And "strogre" feels forced.

Mm. Thank you for your honest feedback.

It hurts like hell, but I'm
going to bravely power on.

Jonathan, what is your position

on those Rastafarian hats

with the fake dreadlocks attached?

Is that a fashion do or a fashion don't?

Uh...

I tried to mix up my style
a few years ago.

I wore a bolo tie to work.

I immediately regretted it,
but I couldn't take it off

because people would notice I removed it.

It was a kind of hell.

Oh, a woman my age shouldn't
have to worry about style.

I always tell my hairdresser,

just try to make my head look invisible.

I think you look great.

Oh.

Me too.

I'd totally smash--
For real, Barb.

Thank--thank you.

You too, Carl.

Hey.

I'm going to go check on
the gentleman in the bathroom.

Good idea.

I'm technically dating a het
cis woman also named Lauren,

but we don't have penetrative sex

because I do find it problematic.

- But we do--
- That's called sideways.

What's sideways?

When you, like, don't want
to do penetrative sex

in your booty holes or vaginas.

Well, we do engage

in what I like to call "rough spooning."

And she outweighs me by about 50 pounds,

so we have a pretty complicated

sexual power dynamic.

She throws me around
like a little bag of sand.

I love that.
It's hot.

I like to think of myself
as a sapiosexual.

I'm sexually attracted to ideas.

Do you think that that should be given

more space in the conversation,

specifically ours
that we're having right now?

Yeah, I think people absolutely--

I think that's absolutely a thing.

I once got an erection from
reading Plato's "The Cave."

Do you have a therapist?

Oh, shit, is that a skunk?

You can't look at someone's pet cam

without the consent
of the caregiver and the pet.

That's your pet?

Awesome.

Her name is Bertie.

I rescued her from the streets.

She was literally eating trash.

She's my chosen family.

Does giving someone's life a makeover

sometimes work against
the goal of self-acceptance.

How do you marry those two together?

Yeah, I think--
That's a good question.

I don't think that those
are, like, binary.

Um, I think that there's ways
for us to, like, explore--

Aah.

Have you lost your
God-fearing Midwestern mind?

I am mid-interview.

I'm sorry, Lauren.

I'm just worried
about our unhoused friend.

He's not responding when I knock.

He--he could be sick.

And I suppose you get
to decide who's sick,

Nurse Ratchet.

Oh, Ken Kesey once showed me
an early draft

of "One Flew
Over the Cuckoo's Nest,"

when it was still called

"Untitled Mental Hospital
Comedy."

My God.

- You called in your goons.
- That's Terry.

He's the maintenance supervisor.

He's got a bathroom key, and he knows CPR.

What's next--the police?

- You want to tear-gas this man?
- Well, no, I--

Why do the police need a tank, Barb?

- Tell me.
- I-I don't know.

Answer her question, Barb.
Why do the police need a tank?

- Answer my question, Barb.
- I don't know.

You want to tear-gas this man?

- Oh, no. No.
- With a tank?

You want a tank full of tear gas?

- No.
- She's foaming at the mouth.

Let me be absolutely clear.

No one will disturb
that precious unhoused man.

And if they do,
I will personally call them out

live on air in front of millions.

We average 30,000 listeners.

We're done here.

Tell me what democracy looks like.

This is what democracy looks like.

...Be a matter of, like,
not accepting yourself.

I think it's really more of
a matter of, like, exploration

and finding what makes
you feel the most embodied.

Mm. I'm sorry.
I missed most of that.

I was saving a man's life.

- Who--
- Just now?

Yeah.

There's an unhoused man who is currently--

A person who's experiencing homelessness?

- Fucking--
- I mean, that's the least of their--

I have one final question.

Okay.

Is being a body-positivity icon--

Is it a bit like being
a climate-change denier,

in--in that you have to ignore
your problem areas

much like America ignores ours?

No, because I think that
the idea of the problem area

is, like, a figment of our imagination.

Like, there is no such thing.

What if you have
hyperintense localized eczema

on your lower back?

I get it, and you're still
gorgeous and fuckable.

Did you just say
I was fuckable?

Everyone is gorgeous and fuckable.

As long as you're, like,
consenting adults, honey...

You're fuckable.

And that, my dear friend,

is why you're the Malcolm X
of the gay community.

Thank you.

And that is our show.

In conclusion, I'd like to take
a moment of silence.

There are unhoused people

in bathrooms all over this country.

Let's take a pause to listen to them.

Not literal--
Not literally, obviously.

They deserve privacy in the bathroom.

And that, my dear friends,

is the ball game.

Chase, my kombucha, please.

Oh, shit, pretty sure
I gave the last one to Kevin.

- Who's Kevin?
- Dude in the bathroom.

You want some of my power jerky, though?

It's a pork byproduct

dusted with a very gentle
strain of cocaine.

Chase, my post-show
kombucha isn't just a treat.

It's a prescription-strength blend

of yeast and bacteria cultures.

The only cultures you seem to respect.

This is terrible.

Are you okay, Lauren?

My bowels are a delicately
constructed Swiss clock,

and the smallest irregularity
can trigger the end of time.

Everyone out of the way.
I need to get to the bathroom.

The bathroom's occupied, remember?

Good God, the unhoused man.

The person currently without--

I don't have time!

Oh, no.

Oh.

Chase, I'm panicking.

You're going to have
to carry me to the Starbucks.

I-I can't walk and focus
on not going to the restroom

in my pants at the same time.

No way, my guy.

I'm not carrying you eight blocks

while you shit your pants.

You want Terry to ask
the homeless guy to leave?

No, I'm fine.

It's as much his bathroom as it is mine.

Could--could I have the studio, please?

Gross.

God damn it, that's my equipment closet.

I got to walk to the damn Starbucks.

Knock, knock.

Lauren, it's Barb.

I brought you some essentials.

If you need anything else,
I'll be--

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

Oh, good God!

- Room for one more?
- Barb!

I'm reading this fascinating--

Shut up!

Mm.

Ah. Ooh.

Yes, ouch.

Mm, interesting.

Mm, yes.

Lauren!

I hate that guy.