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In our second Layover, Summer and Meghan spend around a half hour trying to figure out WTF happened in season 2 of Mr. Robot. Not the deeper mysteries and grand mythology--just the basic plot. It's a stumper. Discussion points include work poops, Meghan's Darlene impression, and pointless setting switcheroos. Take, take me home, 'cause I don't remember.

You get three episodes in one this week, because we're reviewing the Amazon pilots up for vote right now. We talk through the irritating characters and gorgeous scenery of I Love Dick; the hilariously entertaining but ultimately unfeasible Jean-Claude Van Johnson; and the polarizing remake of The Tick. It turns out (spoiler alert) that Amazon already picked up all three series, which is pretty baffling, but hey, whatever floats your boat, Amazon. One more time, just for good measure: I love dick!

Hey all you cats and kittens, here we are comin' at you with WEEKLY content. Oh yeah. Double the Wings, and all we had to sacrifice was Caer's presence (a pretty big sacrifice, tbh, but we're soldiering on). This week's Layover Edition is a minisode-length chat about the show finale of the last pilot we watched: Battlestar Galactica. We try to make everything make sense, and fail utterly, so we mostly talk about the stuff we loved (ROSLIN + ADAMA 4EVER, brb, buying stock in Kleenex). But honestly, there's a lot of gripes. Mad gripes. Because as much as we love this show... man, they really didn't stick the landing. See you on the other side!

It's an extra-long episode this week because we watched a frickin' 3-hour-long pilot and there was quite a bit to talk about. First of all, big relief: Summer liked it. WHEW. That was going to be awkward if she didn't, in that we would have to airlock her. Other #hottakes include Dirk Benedict being a dick, Lee needing a little cheese with that whine, Laura Roslin understanding when it's time to admit defeat (and when it's time to fuck like bunnies), and Cally being either hot, or a cabbage person. You decide. SO SAY WE ALL!

This week our discussion is a lot deeper than you'd expect for a 90's sitcom about (yet again) a fish-out-of-water teen going to live with rich folk in LA. But this show really surprised us with its social commentary, emotional depth, and extremely high-quality performances. Topics include Will Smith's tax evasion; Ally Sheedy; the unique diversity of big cities; 90s-era syndicated television; and, um, Gitmo? Summer doesn't understand the "no bummers" rule.

It's a long episode this week, because there are approximately 934,294209342,4203942,0384.4 cast members in this goddamn show and we have to talk about them all. Discussion points include: Summer's fucked-up childhood TV, Matthew Fox: good actor, or terriblest actor?, crashing a plane to make a TV set but somehow dropping the ball on believable green screen, Not Penny's Boat, how we don't miss Boone and Shannon at all, how to speak Korean, the many ways this show went from A+ to F in the blink of an eye, and a constantly changing assessment of our favorite character (Hurley! Sawyer! Sun! Jin! Greg Grunberg!). In the end, there are more things to love about this show than hate, and the pilot is one of those things--the best pilot we've watched so far.

Get ready for a whole lot of inside baseball concerning animation and the cartoon genre, because Caer drops all kinds of knowledge in this episode. Also discussed are hottie vs. haughty, the golden age of TV cartoons, voice actor awe, robot sex, and how much history 1,000 could really realistically encompass. We conclude with the MOST contentious The Right Stuff yet, with two television behemoths pitted screen-to-screen in a battle Summer has been dreading for decades. You gotta do what you gotta do, Summer. WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW!

Everybody go get some pearls to clutch! This episode features some, shall we say, honest and open sex talk from the Wings ladies. We discuss the common age of female sexual awakening; the history of the vibrator; why porn is pretty much the worst; which show has the worst sex scenes on television; hot tub jets; and what kind of sexy browsing the NSA does and does not care about. Oh, we also talk a little bit about this episode of television, which we all thought was singularly excellent. Let's talk about sex, baby.

This might be the worst pilot of an otherwise beloved show we've ever seen. There is a lot to unpack--gendernormative space jellyfish, nostalgia, nonsensical spaceship maneuvers, the refurbishing of old sets from The Search for Spock, the formation of Meghan's early ideas of sexuality thanks to one William T. Riker, and did we mention the gendernormative space jellyfish? John De Lancie inexplicably stars in a pilot episode that we all thank god didn't air in today's TV landscape because it certainly would have been canceled before it even finished out the hour. But really guys, we swear, this is SUCH a great show.

I know. I know. You were promised the pilot of Salem, from the mystery network WGN. Unfortunately we were forced to disqualify Summer from last week's The Right Stuff, so instead we did the default winner, Six Feet Under. This turns out to be a far more controversial episode of television than was expected! Meghan about halfway hates it and can relate to nothing, Caer loves it and feels a deep kindred with the characters portrayed, and Summer secretly watches Salem on her phone the whole time. Get ready for DEATH!

This week we dissect (get it?) the zombie genre, about as well as any three people who are pee-your-pants scared of the zombie genre can. Discussion points include iZombie as an allegory of the modern depressive state, Rob Thomas dialogue vs. Aaron Sorkin dialogue, real-life brain-eating, Caer's top five pet peeves, Meghan's top four biggest fears, and that time Summer tried to touch a roach with a broom and failed. We also debut our new pilot-picking competition: THE RIGHT STUFF! Listen to Summer and Caer go head-to-head in a battle of the pitches that kind of aren't pitches at all but that's okay because the gchat about it was sort of hard to follow. BRAAAAAAAINS

Editing this episode was a real sophie's choice because we had A LOT TO SAY ON THE SUBJECT, and almost none of it was obvious fluff to be cut. So, maybe someday we'll release a director's cut of our full Sopranos discussion, but for now, this is as concise as we could get it. Caer and Meghan try to keep their panties untwisted as they dissect what they found to be 60 minutes of sheer awesomeness; Summer is not as enthusiastic. Like it or hate it, this episode gave us A LOT to unpack, so get right on with the listening; it'll probably last you a solid three commutes. TO THE DUCKS!

This week we take on a pilot(?) that contains not a single teenager, PRAISE. We discuss the masterful comedic tone applied to a potentially not-funny premise; Titus Burgess's perfection as a performer and a human being; Jon Hamm's early resume; and whether or not this is the most Tina Fey show that ever Tina Fey'd. We throw down: Greatest Theme Song of All Time! Near the end, Caer says a thing about her job that blows our doors of perception WIDE OPEN. It takes us a good ten minutes to unpack it, and for some reason we also spend some time talking about Batman vs. Superman, a film none of us have seen. It's a shimmering cornucopia of discovery. Buckle in.

Started from the bottom, now we here: we've got a supersized episode for you this week as we wrap up our Teen Dramas series. Degrassi... oh, Degrassi. What are you, even? There's so much to unpack here, and DRAKE ISN'T EVEN IN THIS ONE, YOU GUYS. We recount the horror of this viewing experience, a horror that extended to our eyes, hearts, and inner ears. We manage to make it through the episode without mocking Canada, which is a pretty impressive feat, if we do say so ourselves. We spend some time dissecting the shocking reason why Meghan has never done cocaine, and Caer has never had liposuction. And we answer the burning question that has built over the past five episodes: in the battle of the teen soaps, who wins... and who dies?

Join us as we take on this late-oughts piece of glam candy fluff and try to convince Summer to watch more of it. We talk a lot about grilled cheese. We talk a lot about Penn Badgely's hair. We wish Sandy Cohen were also the dad of the Humphrey kids. We praise our once and future Spirit Animal, Blair Waldorf. Summer is highly skeptical about all of it, and has also never seen Center Stage, so we stop podcasting to fix that unhappy circumstance. XOXO.

This week we open with the greatest controversy of our time: opinions on the film John Carter of Mars. Then we remember what our podcast is about and get into important subjects like Ryan's leather choker, the great Shaky Cam epidemic of Chino, CA, and whether Peter Gallagher is a great actor, or The Greatest Actor. We establish that Seth Cohen remains, to this day, our dream high school boyfriend. We talk about Rachel Bilson's boobs. They're real, and they're spectacular. WELCOME TO THE OC, BITCH.

Week 2 of our five-episode Teen Dramas series is all about the Beek, and mostly how he managed to take what is on paper a nightmare human teenager and turn him into a somewhat (though mostly not) tolerable television character. We also learn all about the birds and the bees thanks to the clinical accuracy of Kevin Williamson's dialogue. We discuss television's most adorably romantic statutory rape storyline, and establish that, unlike Hamilton, Dawson's Creek actually passes the Bechdel Test! While plugging The Optimist, the truth comes out: they have not been plugging us. And also, they murdered Gillian.

We kick off our five-episode Teen Soaps series with the grandaddy of them all, Beverly Hills, 90210. Warning: if you're a Shannen Doherty fan, you won't like this episode. If you're an Ian Ziering fan, there's no hope for you anyway.

It's an extra long episode this week, because we talked for approximately ten hours about one of our favorite shows of all time, Friday Night Lights, which features football, Connie Britton's hair, and the guy from Early Edition. Grab a beer and strap in. Let's make a memory.

Baywatch started with a two-hour TV movie in 1989, and went on to define the 90s with butts, butts, and more butts. We swallow our disappointment that Yasmine Bleeth isn't in the pilot, and dive right in. It goes off the rails quickly. Without the calm, reasonable influence of Caer, who is absent for this week's episode, we grow more and more hysterical in our attempts to make sense of a world in which 11-year-olds named after boogie boards are regularly cockblocked; lifeguard is a career second only to astronaut in terms of respectability and education required; and a psychopathic fanny pack devotee can attempt to murder someone with a carving knife, and that's somehow not the climax of the episode. We get confusing feelings in our pants from David Hasselhoff being strangely yet undeniably attractive. We get an eyeful of lots--LOTS--it cannot be overstated--LOTS of butts. And we are left with the question: Would we season pass this shitshow? YES. YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES.