Slip on your factory apron and dim the lights - this week we’re diving into a glow-up that turned deadly.

In Glow Up Gone Wrong, we’re telling the haunting, infuriating, and unbelievably important story of the Radium Girls; the young women who were hired to paint watch dials with luminous paint… and were told it was perfectly safe. Spoiler: it was not.

From “lip, dip, paint” to corporate cover-ups, we unpack how these glowing girls lit up more than clock faces, they sparked one of the biggest workplace safety battles in American history. It’s equal parts girl gang resilience, Gilded Age greed, and courtroom drama that will have you yelling at your speakers.

It’s glamorous. It’s grim. It glows in the dark.

And trust us, this shine comes with a warning label.

Pop open an Alani, fluff that hair, and check your lipstick in the rearview because we’re yanking back the rhinestone curtain and putting Whitney center stage (her favorite spot).

This week, it’s all about our resident Leo queen: the fire, the flair, the main-character monologues, and the heart-of-gold hustle that makes Whitney, Whitney. We’re spilling stories, exposing origin myths, and decoding the cosmic chaos that fuels her sparkle (and occasional dramatics).

Expect big laughs, bold confessions, a little self-roast, and a lot of “ohhhh, that explains so much.” You’ll leave knowing exactly what makes her roar and why we wouldn’t have her any other way.

This week on Spilling the Tea, your two Nashville besties dive into one of the most disturbing true crime cases in American history: Ed Gein, the man who inspired horror icons like Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and The Silence of the Lambs.

But here’s the thing — Netflix and pop culture love to paint him as this unstoppable, bloodthirsty monster… and the truth is way more complicated (and somehow, even creepier).

We’re breaking down what really happened vs what’s been exaggerated for entertainment and while we’re unpacking the “monster,” we also have to ask — why are we so obsessed with him? Why do we binge this stuff in the dark like it’s self-care? And… are we the true monsters for turning real tragedy into entertainment?

Expect spooky details, lots of side tangents (because we cannot stay focused), and the kind of existential dread that only true crime can serve.