Oh, hello, unlady's. It's me, Kristen.

Welcome back to the loving arms of the unlady's room. How is everyone doing?

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll of,

what should I talk about that would help you?

Because obviously, it's right after the election.

Our brains, our hearts, our souls are still recovering. The winner by a little

bit was entertain me. Current events are too much. With a close second from today, I wanted to bring

you a trio of viewing recommendations that all fit into what I see as a Venn

diagram of kind of peak white womaning and girl bossery on so many different levels

and in so many fascinating manifestations.

The Martha Stewart documentary on Netflix.

The Elizabeth Finch docu-series about the Grey's Anatomy writer who turned out to be a total fraud and, I don't know,

sociopath? And last but not least, on HBO Max, the Breath of Fire docu series about the capitalistic

cult of Kundalini yoga. Let's start with Martha Stewart.

Martha, I almost did not watch the Martha Stewart documentary because I'm not like a big

Martha head. It was actually Hunter Harris's substack hung up, which is just the best of the best when it comes to pop culture writing.

She mentioned something about like Martha Stewart saying she really did not enjoy the way that the documentary ended.

And I don't know if Martha Stewart was like an executive producer or not.

It did feel like she did not have an intensive hand, at least, in kind of how she was

presented in the documentary. Young women, listen to my advice.

If you're married and you think you're happily married and your husband starts to cheat on you,

he's a piece of shit.

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