An aggressively affectionate deep dive into male grooming, unexpected intimacy, and the fine line between a compliment and a condiment. We kick off with a mild crisis of confidence about party tricks and walk ourself gently into a conversation about praise, validation, and whether we’re all just dying for someone to tell us we’ve done a good job while we’re holding a spatula.

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Hair removal becomes a metaphor. Or maybe just a cautionary tale. We explore the emotionally charged terrain of moustache envy, sack wax regret, and the unspoken rules of gym nudity. Also, there's a weird amount of chat about cuddling — how to ask for it, how not to, and why Kiwi men are weird about touch unless they're in stubbies and a collared shirt.

Underneath it all is a slightly chaotic but sincere attempt to figure out how to be more affirming, more open, and slightly less full of shit. Plus: a perfect quote ruined by interruption and at least one wildly specific compliment that may or may not involve pants.

A gentle ramble through values, wealth, and the occasional Nut Catastrophe™. This crapshow opens with existential flatness and ends somewhere between humility poems, accordion circles, and pondering the fine line between instilling values and just being a preachy dick. There’s parenting philosophy, reflections on childhood wealth (or the lack thereof), and a brief but heartfelt ode to solo parents that somehow still ends in a conversation about wearing women’s thongs on a Cornish pier.

⁠⁠https://medium.com/@nickbeefman⁠⁠⁠We wrestle with how to teach kids about commitment without turning into drill sergeants, whether wealth means money, time, or just the ability to avoid blood in your wee, and what it means to actually live out the values you talk about. Somewhere along the way, a penis gets cast in clay, bongo circles are banned, and humility is reluctantly freestyled. A mess, but a meaningful one.

Two men walk into a podcast and stumble backwards into racism, sausage addiction, sensual dancing, childhood trauma, and the crushing weight of unspoken disappointment. A slow spiral from philosophical icebreakers to regrettable tattoo comments, with a few sweaty detours through Latin dance class and the murky semantics of the word “sensual.” Along the way, you'll meet The Sausage Men of Bethlehem, a deeply troubled (yet oddly noble) support group for men who can’t resist a hot service station kransky.

It’s equal parts confessional and farce: cigarette withdrawals, porn-induced moral panic, and family breakdowns nestle side-by-side with Hagrid slander, and a surprisingly touching meditation on how to open up hard conversations with people you love. There’s poetry (sort of), impression attempts (also sort of), and one man’s deeply misguided use of the phrase “Black Widow.” This is the existential crisis podcast wrapped in a sausage roll and dipped in inappropriate humour.