Oct 8, 2026 · 1 hr 59 min · 19 segments
In this episode Rachel is joined by her friend Ruthie! Ruthie’s story began with not one but two almost engagements. Ruthie tells both stories to Rachel but that’s just the beginning of her wild…
Talking about self-awareness though, like, I've developed this specific baseline tactic for when men say things that are completely off socially, which I guess is very relevant to, like-
Yeah
... quite a few pictures
It's, like, always
... whether it's casually racist, homophobic, or just generally unhinged, instead of arguing I play completely dumb.
This is, like, what I mentioned earlier.
I look at them blankly and I force them to slowly, painfully explain the joke to me.
I do it entirely to see if they possess even a single cell of self-awareness or the baseline linguistic ability to look at me and realize, "Oh, wow, that was a remarkably stupid thing to say out loud." Rita, this man I'm about to tell you about failed the test.
We're exactly 20 minutes into this third date at the Natural History Museum when my physical posture surrendered.
My back started aggressively aching-
Oof
... and my central nervous system just sent down a clear, systematic alert: "I do not want to be in this room anymore." And right as I'm mentally planning my physical exit, this man pulls out his phone and starts taking impromptu non-consensual photographs of me, just snapping pictures while I'm actively shrinking away.
And then he looks at me with total confidence and goes, "Wait, didn't you model for Gap?" And I'm sitting there making completely visibly structurally clear that I am, in fact, deeply uncomfortable.
Yes, I have long legs, and yes, I am tall, but I would really like you to put that camera away and delete the files.
Did you tell him that?
I did tell him that I was uncomfortable, and then he proceeded to send the photos to me 'cause he thought we were having, like, a great time.
And he kept telling me, he was like, "Happy Pride Month.
Happy Juneteenth.
Happy this, happy that." And I was like, "I know that I look Caucasian to you, but, like, some of my extended family is not white, and if we had this conversation, like, I would be so embarrassed if this, like, happened in front of them." Like, I have friends-
Yeah
... that are gay who are whatever and, like, I would be so embarrassed to, like, have my husband or my boyfriend or, like, my partner, whoever, say, like, something completely unhinged.
Like, I was like, he told me, like, he went to his friend's wedding and it was, like, last Juneteenth, and he, like, showed up with a bottle of grape soda.
And, like, I didn't understand the reference.
Like, I'm not from this country.
I was not born here, obviously.
Talking about self-awareness though, like, I've developed this specific baseline tactic for when men say things that are completely off socially, which I guess is very relevant to, like-
Yeah
... quite a few pictures
It's, like, always
... whether it's casually racist, homophobic, or just generally unhinged, instead of arguing I play completely dumb.
This is, like, what I mentioned earlier.
I look at them blankly and I force them to slowly, painfully explain the joke to me.
I do it entirely to see if they possess even a single cell of self-awareness or the baseline linguistic ability to look at me and realize, "Oh, wow, that was a remarkably stupid thing to say out loud." Rita, this man I'm about to tell you about failed the test.
We're exactly 20 minutes into this third date at the Natural History Museum when my physical posture surrendered.
My back started aggressively aching-
Oof
... and my central nervous system just sent down a clear, systematic alert: "I do not want to be in this room anymore." And right as I'm mentally planning my physical exit, this man pulls out his phone and starts taking impromptu non-consensual photographs of me, just snapping pictures while I'm actively shrinking away.
And then he looks at me with total confidence and goes, "Wait, didn't you model for Gap?" And I'm sitting there making completely visibly structurally clear that I am, in fact, deeply uncomfortable.
Yes, I have long legs, and yes, I am tall, but I would really like you to put that camera away and delete the files.
Did you tell him that?
I did tell him that I was uncomfortable, and then he proceeded to send the photos to me 'cause he thought we were having, like, a great time.
And he kept telling me, he was like, "Happy Pride Month.
Happy Juneteenth.
Happy this, happy that." And I was like, "I know that I look Caucasian to you, but, like, some of my extended family is not white, and if we had this conversation, like, I would be so embarrassed if this, like, happened in front of them." Like, I have friends-
Yeah
... that are gay who are whatever and, like, I would be so embarrassed to, like, have my husband or my boyfriend or, like, my partner, whoever, say, like, something completely unhinged.
Like, I was like, he told me, like, he went to his friend's wedding and it was, like, last Juneteenth, and he, like, showed up with a bottle of grape soda.
And, like, I didn't understand the reference.
Like, I'm not from this country.
I was not born here, obviously.
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