Poog with Kate Berlant and Jacqueline Novak

Sometimes it’s important not to get your eight. Kate arrives after a night of caviar and champagne while Jacqueline considers the terror of washing the brain. Eye crust, ants at the headboard, and the risks of Googling before consulting The Tribunal. Lamb-free oats and the inbox pummeling continues. The fly swatter slices through the air, and nary a wind is felt. Kate reports from first class, where basic human dignity is a nod. Jacqueline examines the feminine and the injury. Trying not to reaggravate a shoulder thing that doesn’t exist. Smiling below the mask. Give me a carrot.

Someone’s in a workshop right now to get over knowing you. This week, the hags consult the great texts and channel the true thinkers. Kate joins Jacqueline’s Caroline Myss reading club. Souvenir Tiger. Jacqueline receives a Pema Chödrön reading from Kate. The white knuckle grip and cheating ourselves out of the present moment. Blood blooms and a silent podcast. Eat Pray Love is an important text, but have the conversation. The ego loves to seek, but never to find! 

A misread covid test, a night of wild dancing and a trip to the foot doctor. In this week’s remix, the hags are waiting, writhing and ready to see the doctor. The endless pursuit of appointments and referrals, the power of self-diagnosis and medical anxiety. Kate’s nine months of pain and six months to live. See, it hurts! Jacqueline’s theory about injuring the body to heal it. A mother with neck tension, a mental metaphor of the body and a house you can’t see. The relief of snipping the muscle string — it better be deep tissue. A sucker for a certificate on the wall and a fear of recovery. Do you know what the appendix is?

Poog is at the doctor’s office this week, as Kate visualizes her partner and mother for safety during a neck angio CT scan. Jacqueline is at the hotel she never has to check out of — her parents’ house. The idea of a single tit when the robe opens. Is the valet not fundamentally validated? The stench of B vitamins, the presence of a mini fridge, and a drink likely pulled from a barrel. Kate tries an old lip stain while her daughters sleep over at Sephora. Stand up to blend in. Jacqueline evokes the alienated figure with thoughts of working out at her mom and dad’s gym. A mosquito bite makes summer official and there will be no caffeine past noon. Poor girl.

I work nights! This week on Poog, we're bringing you our favorite moments when Kate just...made things up. Whether to avoid a friend, defuse a fight, or to just have some fun — Kate's getting creative with the truth and Jacqueline's analyzing why she can't get enough of it.

Nerves cringe, fear wells up inside and doubt floods the way. A man arrives at Kate’s door and Jacqueline delivers a monologue. Unearthing the long lost comedy club cheque and dirty underwear — the hags are already convinced the saffron is working. Youtube is up on Kate’s TV, while Jacqueline is turning her’s off. Reading aloud on the ADD balance board, tea has always been the answer. Are you obsessed? A tale of a road hag is told, while Kate queries the nighttime numbness. You can't call a hair twice but three taps always calms the spirit. Kate is called to receive her dreams. Overriding the coin flip, for the sake of flowers. 

Frozen Poog is served. Mr. Novak has entered the group chat and fears of lyme disease resurface. Jacqueline explains the celebrity kook, while Kate takes the long walk home that heals. Naming the competitor and the Erewhon of New York. Playing the free thing off as a special treat... own up, folks. Kate won’t be shamed for eating fast and Jacqueline takes the new subway. The International postal system continues to delight. Remembering the Pinkberry lawsuit and two hours in line for chalky sprinkles and snake tongue. Listen to this episode ad-free and watch Product Corner by becoming a Premium Hag.

Blowing back our cheeks and headed for the farm. It’s time to learn how to survive. Kate is alive in her army jacket, while Jacqueline reminisces about her barn coat. Paging Dr. Me. The kabocha pushes back and the fear of bad arugula. What color is Jacqueline’s hair? A salad bar in the fridge and a harness on Boo's back. The possibility of abduction brings uncertainty, but it’s the reintegration that gets you. Kate experiences two-yolk prosperity. Burping the house and mochi for kids. A Poog playlist is teased, as the hags take turns djing. Slightly buzzed in bed, longing to be the fully screen-less genius. Poog will be broadcast through the end. 

The revolution will be nightstand. Kate's long-awaited allergy test comes back and Jacqueline sifts through the confounding results. Mismatched woods or matching? Grohl Bowls and a minimum age for doctors. A thorough investigation of nightstands and the appropriate price to pay for them. Facebook Marketplace and a reduction in narrative are prescribed. Kate lists all that lies beside her bed. Mr. Baby and Instagram soup. Jacqueline finds Celsius in the cigarette shop and two thermometers in her bag. CVS after dark with a wine bar in the back? On FaceTime with Boo the Cat and dreams of a grocery store in the home. Emotional flooding is real.