Old Eggs

Tracy and Erin wrap up 2025 with a Best Of’s List, OVER FORTY & FUKIT style. Tackling everything from parenting wins to cellulite parades. In true best-friend fashion, they find themselves talking about Tracy’s 2026 face lift/tape/injection fantasies and Erin’s mom’s infamous panty whistle.Come celebrate the camaraderie of midlife chaos together!

In this week’s episode, Tracy’s hanging on by her chin hair whilst recovering from Thanksgiving and by Thanksgiving we mean, “Family”. Meanwhile, Erin’s remaining egg supply is performing its final swan song, and Instagram is once again letting her know her hair’s thinning and her skin barrier’s weak. On a positive note, Tracy’s turning lemons into lemonade and contemplating starting an bunion(s) OnlyFans side hustle.Thank God our generation doesn’t have to midlife alone!

We survived our 20s (barely), made it through our 30s and 40s, cut to day 347 of Tracy’s 50’s and her liver tantrums at the mention of a martini. Erin admits she was a terrible waitress and casually mentions she used to hitchhike for fun because, you know… Gen X. All this and more in another glamorous episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, the podcast for women who appreciate a little dirty humor and real talk.

In this episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, Erin and Tracy cover everything from hot jewelry thieves to hot yoga meltdowns, the low-rise jean's threatening comeback, and their ongoing neck/gravity situation. Also… can we please normalize 5:30pm dinner dates?

Nothing says "You're Old" quite like an AARP Black Friday envelope in the mail. With that said, Tracy can no longer see, Erin accidentally purchased Burberry x Temu glasses, and perhaps midlife vision loss may just be God’s way of helping us not see our imperfections?! If we can’t see our crepey skin and chin hairs… do they even exist?In other news, Tracy’s been busy playing internet footsies with none other than Kathy “Kiki” Hilton while Erin’s life remains relatively boring besides having to call the fire department for her cat and take her son to the ER for crippling gas.Just another glamorous episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, where humor and female friendships remind us that we're not alone.

Have you ever wondered why Face ID refuses to acknowledge you lying down, but Instagram knows your right eyebrow is balding thanks to targeted ads? Us too. In this episode Erin and Tracy tackle the joys of life over forty; nasal douching, the ‘90s diet (a.k.a. SnackWells), and self-tanning mishaps.

In this episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, Erin turns the Big 50 and lives her best life…which may or may not include peeing (a little-bit-a-lot) in the workout aisle of Target and clogging the toilet at Ralphs. Tracy shares her nighttime parenting hack for the gummy-curious, and collectively they realize that maybe the secret to a happy relationship is side-by-side twin beds?!Tune in for this week’s laugh-out-loud, unfiltered catch-up!

In this episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, Erin and Tracy cover fall trends, comfort shoes, camel toes, and their unapologetic love of leopard. Feeling like a forgettable late-forty-something? Relax, you just haven’t hit Hot 50 yet. Turns out, turning 50 isn’t a crisis at all, it’s a full-blown superpower!

In this episode of OVER FORTY & FUKIT, we debate dopamine as a love language, survive a slightly stoned bathroom mishap, and confirm Erin’s life is basically Three’s Company without the laugh track. Tracy reveals she went full “Tray Hudson,” dropping out at 18 to chase her Rastafarian boyfriend's band to Somewhere Florida, while Erin sprouted gray hair overnight. Midlife's an a**hole at times.

This week on OVER FORTY & FUKIT, Erin basically became a card-carrying member of AARP and Costco...what the hell is happening?! Meanwhile, Tracy took home gold in the six year old party Olympics, because who doesn’t love cooking class magic shows?We realize Erin needs to get out more after a little buffet faux pas , and that Tracy rules her pantry with an iron fist. AKA no Red Dye #40 dare sneak its way past her! Oh, and...Erin’s boyfriend discovers a mystery pair of men’s briefs in his sleepover drawer. To both of their surprise, she has absolutely no idea whose they are or how they got there. Best Worst Girlfriend Award goes to.....