Panoply.

The following podcast contains explicit language.

Picture this.

There's a stage in the middle of a men's clothing store off Fifth Avenue in New York City.

The clothes look incredible, so do our listeners.

The listeners are seated in an audience, but also along a back staircase even watching

from an overlook on the second floor. There's an open bar, little appetizers on

trays, and hanging from the lights or letters W-O-W.

Behind the stage there's a big television screen that's hooked up to my cell phone

displaying my actual Tinder profile. This is going to be the first of three live

episodes taped inside of bonobos guide shops and for this first show I'm

about to perform a monologue about the rules of dating.

This is YOY.

I'm Andrea Selenzi, yes this is my tinder profile.

You know the only city that I've ever fallen in love in

is New York City and I wonder if that's because I learned so much about love from my

grandma Phyllis. She's always lived here. And I've been thinking about our

family history, who's loved whom and how that falls in a long chain down to me. So I signed up for one of those ancestry websites. I sent in my DNA, and I went as far back as we possibly could,

and believe it or not, I did find my oldest ancestor.

Her name was Andrea Echtus was a badass Neanderthal lady.

She talked all the time, but the anatomy of her vocal track meant that she had a

hard time making vowels, so it was mostly grunting. And maybe that's why she was having a

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