Welcome to the Hot Flash Files After Dark… the show where hormones are high, patience is low, and the thoughts we never admit to finally get their time in the spotlight. Tonight we are diving headfirst into intrusive thoughts… the call of the void… those sudden little brain flashes that show up out of nowhere and make you question whether you should be allowed in public without supervision.

You know the ones.

One minute you are minding your business… trying to be a functioning adult… and the next your brain is like… what if you yeeted the laundry basket off the deck… just to watch it soar like a majestic plastic bird.

Or you light a candle, trying to be peaceful and romantic for no one but yourself… and your brain whispers… blow it out with your hair… go on… be a human blowtorch… who needs eyebrows anyway.

Maybe you are cleaning the kitchen and grab your essential oils… the lavender… the peppermint… the ones influencers swear will realign your entire life… and your brain casually suggests… drink it… take a shot… become a peppermint infused ghost story.

And then… we get to the mother of all intrusive thoughts. The Thanksgiving special. You are at the table… passing the mashed potatoes… doing your best to be civil… and suddenly your brain says… tell off your mother in law… do it… say the sentence you have rehearsed in the shower for a decade.

And instantly you break into a stress sweat because you would never actually do it… but the fact that your brain even whispered the idea feels like you committed a small emotional crime.

These strange… dramatic… slightly unhinged thoughts do not mean you are broken. They do not mean you want to do anything wild or dangerous. They are simply your brain running quick little simulations… stress tests… nonsense scenarios… usually when you are hormonal… overwhelmed… overstimulated… or three seconds away from losing your mind because someone chewed too loudly.

In this episode we talk about why these thoughts happen… why they are more common in midlife… why women who have survived a lot tend to experience them more intensely… and why the call of the void is actually a sign of a very alive… very aware… very human brain. We unpack the science in a way that is comforting… not clinical… and we laugh about the intrusive thoughts that almost took us down this week.

Because if there is one thing we all know by now… it is that womanhood comes with a nervous system that refuses to be quiet. And somehow… talking about it together makes it feel a whole lot lighter.

Thank you for being here… for showing up in this late night space… for laughing… for breathing… for letting yourself feel human. If this episode made you feel seen… or normal… or less alone in the chaos that lives inside your head… come back again. There is always more to unravel… more to laugh about… and more to share in the dark hours when the world quiets down and our thoughts get loud.

Until next time… this has been the Hot Flash Files After Dark… and you are always welcome here.

Welcome to The Hot Flash Files: After Dark — where we celebrate the women history tried to silence, underestimate, or shove into a pretty little box… and then act shocked when those same women end up changing the entire world.

Tonight, we’re talking about a woman who was so far ahead of her time, she basically lived in the twenty-first century while everyone around her was still wiping their mouths with lace napkins and calling women “darling.”
Her name? Hedy Lamarr.

The world called her the most beautiful woman alive — which is adorable considering she was also one of the sharpest scientific minds of her generation. Hollywood loved her face; the military ignored her brain; men underestimated her… and she still managed to help invent the backbone of modern wireless communication.
As in: your Wi-Fi, your Bluetooth, your GPS — all rooted in an idea she came up with before most of the men around her learned to tie their shoes.

But let’s start at the beginning.

Before she was Hedy Lamarr, she was Hedwig Kiesler, a brilliant Austrian Jewish girl raised on science, mathematics, and a whole lot of quiet observation. She became infamous at seventeen after starring in the 1933 film Ecstasy, which caused so much scandal that Mussolini literally refused to hand over his personal copy.

While the world obsessed over her beauty, she was busy absorbing information like a sponge.
And then she married Friedrich Mandl — one of Austria’s wealthiest arms dealers. Controlling, possessive, politically connected, and sitting at dinner tables with Hitler, Mussolini, and half the rising fascist regime.

They thought she was decoration.
She wasn’t.
She sat there quietly, listening to technical breakdowns of radio-guided torpedoes, frequency vulnerabilities, and wireless interception like she was attending a masterclass.

When the marriage became unbearable, she didn’t cry into silk pillows — she escaped. Disguised as her own maid. With jewelry sewn into her clothes. As one does.

From there, she reinvented herself in Hollywood. The world swooned; the studios worshipped her; she delivered some of the most iconic performances of the era…
But her mind never stopped working.

When she heard Allied ships were being destroyed because enemies could jam the radio signals guiding torpedoes, she remembered those dinner conversations… and she started building a solution.

Her idea?
Make the signal jump between multiple frequencies so fast the enemy couldn’t jam it.

She teamed up with avant-garde composer George Antheil — a man who synchronized twelve player pianos for fun — and together they created a “frequency hopping” system. In August nineteen forty-two, they were awarded U.S. Patent No. 2,292,387.

The Navy said, “Cute… but no thanks.”
Because of course they did.

But decades later — when the world needed secure, stable, jam-proof communication — engineers circled right back to her design. And today? Every time you use Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, or GPS… you’re using Hedy Lamarr’s brainchild.

History called her a bombshell.
Turns out she was the bomb.

Tonight, we’re raising a glass (and probably our body temperature) to Hedy — the woman who proved you can be brilliant, underestimated, breathtaking, dismissed, and STILL reshape the world in ways the men who doubted you couldn’t imagine.

Because here in The Hot Flash Files: After Dark, we celebrate women who outsmarted everyone… and didn’t apologize for it.

Welcome to Episode One of The Hot Flash Files: After Dark, where we kick this whole ride off with the menopausal dynamic duo nobody asked for but EVERY woman knows all too well: night sweats and day rage.

If you’ve ever bolted awake at three in the morning lying in a puddle like you fell asleep in a sauna… this one’s for you.
If you’ve ever felt your blood pressure skyrocket because someone breathed near you the wrong way… also for you.
If you’ve ever wanted to throw your microwave out the window because it beeped at you ONE extra time… yeah. You’re home.

In this episode, Aussprey tackles the two chaotic companions that show up uninvited the moment hormones decide to jump ship. Think of night sweats as the “midnight monsoon” — your body’s own personal wet-t-shirt contest, starring you and absolutely nobody you want to impress. And day rage? That’s the “sunlit madness” that hits right around breakfast, when the world dares to exist before your coffee has kicked in.

We’re diving into every bit of it:

🔥 Night sweats: the sweat tsunami, the sudden heat waves, the way your pillow becomes a swamp creature by 3:12 a.m.
🔥 Day rage: the hair-trigger fury, the innocent victims (microwaves, slow drivers, husbands breathing “wrong”), and the sudden urge to live alone in the woods.
🔥 Why it happens: hormonal chaos meets real life, without the boring medical lecture.
🔥 How to cope: cold pillows, fans aimed directly at your face, emotional support drinks, and the sacred rule: no small talk before noon.
🔥 The truth nobody tells you: you’re not falling apart — you’re leveling up into the most unapologetically powerful version of yourself.

This isn’t your grandmother’s menopause conversation. This is the After Dark edition — honest, hilarious, a little feral, and meant for every woman who’s ever thought, “Is this normal?” and then immediately snapped at someone for asking.

You’re going to laugh. You’re going to sweat just reading this. You might even feel a little less alone in the hormonal jungle. And by the end, you’re going to walk away with the kind of “aha” moment only a menopausal warrior can understand.

Because here’s the twist — the part nobody tells you — the rest of the story:
Night sweats aren’t weakness. Day rage isn’t madness.
They’re signs you’re becoming a woman who knows what she wants, refuses what she doesn’t, and has absolutely no intention of shrinking herself ever again.

So grab your water bottle, fan yourself if you need to, turn down the thermostat, and settle in.
It’s chaotic.
It’s honest.
It’s hilarious.
It’s menopause — After Dark.

And this is only Episode One.

Tonight’s After Dark episode takes us back to Christmas Eve in the year nineteen thirty-three, when a young red-haired woman stepped off a bus into the snowy streets of Willoughby, Ohio. She spoke to no one. She carried a small suitcase, wore a blue coat, and seemed to move with quiet purpose. She bought a ticket to Corry, Pennsylvania… but never boarded the bus. Instead, she left her belongings at a boarding house, wished the owner a soft “Merry Christmas,” and walked back out into the winter night.

Hours later, she stood at the railroad crossing on the edge of town, placed her suitcase neatly beside the tracks, and waited. Witnesses said she didn’t flinch when the train appeared. She stepped forward without hesitation. The impact was catastrophic, and when townspeople reached her, they found a tragedy—and a puzzle. Her blue coat was strangely unmarked. Her purse held only a few coins and a pencil. No letters. No identification. No clues to her name or her past.

Who was she? Why had she come to a town where no one knew her?

Why buy a ticket she wouldn’t use?

Why pay for a room she never intended to sleep in?

And why choose Christmas Eve—a night meant for family—to end her life alone?

Authorities searched, but the trail vanished instantly. No missing person matched her. No clothing tags revealed a name. Corry, Pennsylvania had no idea who she was. The woman became a ghost with no story, a stranger whose final steps were witnessed by many but understood by none.

But Willoughby refused to let her disappear.

They gave her a gentle burial.

Tended her grave.

Brought flowers every Christmas.

And named her The Girl in the Blue Coat—a young woman they never met but refused to forget.

For nearly sixty years she remained a mystery, until the nineteen-nineties when local historian Ed Sekerak uncovered forgotten documents from the nineteen-thirties. Among them: a missing-woman report that had been overlooked for decades. Her name was Josephine Klimczak, a young woman struggling with inner battles her family didn’t fully understand. She had disappeared just days before Christmas of nineteen thirty-three—right before a red-haired stranger stepped off a bus in Willoughby.

Her age matched. Her description matched. The timeline matched.

The Girl in the Blue Coat finally had her name back.

It was a bittersweet revelation. Her family had spent their lives wondering what became of her, never knowing she’d died on a cold railroad crossing on Christmas Eve. Meanwhile, the people of Willoughby had cared for her as one of their own—tending her grave, speaking her name, honoring her life even without knowing who she was.

Why Josephine chose Willoughby remains unknown. Why she bought a ticket she never used, or paid for a room she never planned to sleep in, we may never learn. Some mysteries stay where they happened. But her story reminds us of something profound: even in anonymity, she was not forgotten. Compassion found her before her name did.

Tonight, we remember Josephine Klimczak—

the Girl in the Blue Coat,

unknown for sixty years,

but never unloved.

This is her story.

And this… is After Dark.

Some women are remembered for who they were.
Others for what they endured.
But a rare few — the extraordinary few — are remembered for what they did when everyone else looked away.

This episode tells the haunting, breathtaking story of Lila Hart, the woman the town tried to erase with whispers and nicknames. “The girl from Lantern Street.” “That woman.” “The red-door woman.” Labels meant to reduce her. Contain her. Keep her in the shadows where they believed she belonged.

But they had no idea who they were dealing with.

Born in eighteen seventy-four and orphaned before she was even grown, Lila Hart entered adulthood with nothing but her wits and a fierce will to survive. She did what impoverished girls in mining towns often had to do: she took work behind a red door, not because she wanted to, but because hunger was a harsher master than shame. The world judged her for surviving, never noticing the brilliance behind her quiet eyes.

Then came the winter that nearly destroyed the entire camp.

A fever swept through the mining community like death on the wind. Children collapsed in their mothers’ arms. Families froze in their beds because no one had the strength to chop wood. And with the doctor trapped miles away by snow, the town braced for mass graves.

But Lila recognized the illness instantly. She remembered the herbs. The cooling methods. The small, sacred acts of care that had once failed to save her own mother — but could save someone else’s.

So she carried her basket through the storm and knocked on doors that slammed in her face. People cursed her, judged her, pretended they didn’t need the hands they would soon be begging for. But when a child is dying, pride cracks. Fear swallows judgment whole.

Night after night, Lila moved like a ghost through the sickened streets — cooling foreheads, mixing poultices, feeding the too-weak, burying the lost when no one else had the courage to stand in the cold beside them. By spring, dozens of families were alive because of her.

And when the danger passed?
The whispers returned.
The shame.
The distance.
The hypocrisy of selective gratitude.

Lila didn’t argue. She simply kept moving, kept working, kept surviving — until the day the mine exploded.

That disaster changed everything.

Men were trapped beneath burning beams. Families screamed from the entrance. Smoke turned daylight black. And in the chaos, a single figure ran toward the flames: a soot-covered woman tearing off her sleeves for tourniquets, dragging bodies out with raw hands, refusing to stop even when she could barely breathe.

A journalist covering the catastrophe finally asked the question nobody in town had bothered to:

“Miss, are you a nurse?”

Lila paused — stunned that someone wanted to see her rather than judge her.

“No,” she rasped, smoke burning her lungs. “I’m just someone who doesn’t look away.”

That quote traveled the country.
And for the first time in her life, people knew her real name.

A nursing foundation offered her full tuition. Charitable organizations wrote to her. Women across America called her a hero. Lila left Lantern Street behind and stepped into a life she’d never believed she deserved.

She became one of the first licensed nurses in her state.
She spent forty years in children’s wards and free clinics — serving the poor, the forgotten, the invisible, the way no one had ever served her.

When Lila Hart died in nineteen thirty-one, newspapers called her a pioneer. And the very town that once avoided her shadow carved her full story into stone, the slurs long forgotten, the shame long irrelevant.

People don’t remember the men who crossed the street.
They remember the woman who crossed boundaries.
The woman who saved the sick.
The woman who ran into fire.
The woman who refused to look away.

Today, we finally speak her name —
Lila Hart.
The red-door woman who became a legend.

Some shows don’t just entertain you — they reach out, tap you on the shoulder, and say quietly, I know what you’re carrying.
That’s what happened when Michael and I started watching “The Beast in Me” on Netflix.

I didn’t expect to see myself in the author’s character. But there she was — moving through her world gently disconnected, living at a distance from the people around her. Not because she didn’t care. Not because she didn’t want connection. But because a piece of her heart was missing, and she was trying to survive the rest of her life without it.

Her grief wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was quiet… familiar.
And it hit me in a way I didn’t see coming.

Because I know that feeling too well — the ache of a child who simply walked out of your life. No argument. No explanation. No attempt to repair or reconnect. Just a slow, painful fade into silence.
It’s the kind of loss that doesn’t come with condolences or casseroles.
There’s no funeral for a relationship that ends without a goodbye.

There’s just the empty chair at the table and the part of your heart that’s missing in action.

If I didn’t have Michael…
If I didn’t have my son who’s still at home…
I would retreat from the world, too.
I would hide in the quiet.
I would let myself disappear into a life of soft seclusion.
Not because I want to give up — but because grief makes everything heavier than it looks.

But I don’t have that option.
So I show up.
I keep moving.
I try to live in a world that sometimes feels too loud for the tenderness I’m carrying.

And then there was this moment in the show — this tiny, perfect moment — where “Wave of Mutilation” by the Pixies started playing in the background.
A song I used to simply like.
But now?
I feel it.
Deep in the hollow part of my chest where the unspoken things live.

It’s strange how a song can shift from nostalgia to recognition.
How grief can change the way a melody lands.
How a single line can suddenly name what you’ve been trying to swallow for months.

This episode is about that.
About the grief that doesn’t get talked about.
About the feelings people expect you to “move on” from when you’re still trying to stand upright.
About the kind of heartbreak that rearranges you quietly, without anyone noticing.

In this conversation, I talk about:

• What estrangement truly feels like — the grief with no rituals
• Why certain stories hit hard when you’re carrying invisible pain
• The honest desire to disappear when life feels too heavy
• The difference between withdrawing to heal and giving up entirely
• How music can activate the ache you thought you buried
• The quiet resilience of showing up for the people who remain
• The lonely, unseen side of loving a child who no longer chooses you

This episode is soft.
It’s honest.
It’s not here to shock or dramatize — just to tell the truth in the way grief deserves to be told.

If you’ve ever been erased from someone’s life… if you’ve ever carried a sorrow you couldn’t explain… if you’ve ever seen a character on a screen and thought that’s me — this one is for you.

You’re not alone in the quiet places of your heart.
And you’re not the only one learning to live with a love that still has nowhere to go.

Tonight’s After Dark story steps out of the Kansas dust and into the cold, quiet places where women remake their lives one impossible decision at a time.

In the year 1879, Clara Mayfield lived a simple life stitched together with thread and hope. She spent her mornings sewing church dresses, listening for her father’s warm voice calling her “darlin’.” But when a railroad accident took him, everything safe and familiar fell away. Orphaned and twenty-one, Clara faced the harsh truth countless frontier women knew: the world wasn’t built to catch a woman who fell.

Desperation pushed her into Abilene’s underbelly, where survival meant painted smiles, tight corsets, and the kind of work respectable folks pretended didn’t exist. The Red Lantern wasn’t a home—it was a trap. A place where hunger outweighed dignity, and where every night demanded a piece of your soul.

But even the tired and the cornered have limits.

And one brutal winter night, Clara reached hers.

Under the cover of darkness, she slipped barefoot into the frozen Kansas air. The cold cut her skin. The ground tore her feet. Yet she walked—because each agonizing step was also freedom. She staggered through miles of winter until she collapsed near Dodge City at dawn, half-frozen and barely alive.

A farmer’s wife found her and, instead of judging the paint or the rumors, saw a young woman fighting her way toward a different life. What followed wasn’t easy—healing never is—but Clara transformed. She rebuilt herself piece by piece, then began helping other women do the same. Teaching them to read, to write, to claim their stories. Showing them that their past did not own them.

Her legacy didn’t come from perfection—it came from survival. From the scarred feet that carried her out of the Red Lantern. From the courage to walk into the unknown with nothing but stubborn hope.

They say that on certain windy nights you can still feel her presence on the plains—steady, unbroken, defiant. A reminder whispered through the dark: you are never too lost, never too ruined, never too far gone to walk yourself free.

Tonight’s episode is for anyone who has ever reached the edge of their endurance… and taken one more step anyway.

This is The Night Clara Broke Her Chains.

And this is After Dark.

The long-awaited Wicked: Part Two is almost here, and in this episode we’re diving broom-first into the magic, the mayhem, and the deeper emotional punch of the sequel that has every theatre kid (and quite a few adults) counting sleeps until opening night. If you loved the first movie, buckle up: Part Two brings higher stakes, darker themes, and some of the most iconic musical moments ever written — all brought to life by Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba and Ariana Grande as Glinda.

In this episode, we break down everything that makes Wicked: For Good one of the most anticipated film releases of 2025. From the expanded world-building to the new songs crafted specifically for the film, we explore how director Jon M. Chu is shaping this beloved story for the screen. We talk character arcs, emotional transformation, cinematic design, colour symbolism, behind-the-scenes details, and why the friendship between Elphaba and Glinda continues to resonate so deeply with women everywhere.

We dig into themes of identity, power, injustice, rebellion, and how Wicked holds up a mirror to real-life dynamics between women navigating a world that labels, limits, and misunderstands them. We talk about what it means to be called “wicked” simply because you refuse to shrink. We explore Glinda’s sparkly denial era, Elphaba’s misunderstood conviction, and the complicated, beautiful bond that holds them together across a story bigger than either of them.

We also get into the fun stuff: the costumes, the iconic green vs. pink palette (and why the contrast works so well), the choreography, the sets, the new sequences teased by the cast, predictions about emotional moments that will break us in the theatre, and which musical numbers are poised to explode online the moment the film drops. If you’re excited for songs like “No Good Deed,” “For Good,” “As Long As You’re Mine,” and the finale sequences that close the story, this episode will feel like a pre-movie hype session you didn’t know you needed.

And yes — we also talk pop culture, nostalgia, and why musicals like Wicked stick in our bones long after the curtain falls. Whether you’re a lifelong theatre fan, someone who came in through the first movie, or someone who just loves a good cinematic universe with strong women at the center, this conversation blends fun commentary, emotional depth, and a little humour (because let’s be honest… Glinda is all of us on a chaotic Tuesday).

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Whether you’re here for the story, the music, the movie magic, or the emotional meltdown we’re all guaranteed to have during “For Good,” this episode is your warm, witty, sparkly, emerald-smoke-filled guide into the Wicked sequel the world has been waiting for.

Grab your wand, your broom, or your emotional support glitter — and let’s head back to Oz.