Getting F*cked Up Is Fine

This week on Bitch, Don't Be Dumb, Yo Mama is defending every woman who's ever been judged for having a drink, smoking a joint, or doing whatever she needs to take the edge off.

From double standards and cannabis to pharmaceuticals, motherhood, trauma, and society's obsession with policing women's behaviour, this episode is all about one thing: mind your own damn business.

Yo Mama shares her own experiences with drinking, cannabis, and surviving life while reminding listeners that there's a world of difference between responsibly blowing off steam and completely losing control. She also gets into why women are judged differently than men, why she believes everyone should know their limits, and why people are far too comfortable telling women how to live.

The message isn't to go off the rails—it's to stop letting other people define what your life should look like. Know your limits, look after yourself, don't hurt anyone, and don't let society shame you for coping with life on your own terms.

Because life's hard enough without strangers deciding how you're allowed to survive it.

Music by Nathan Wills.

Transcript

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Welcome to Wednesday, friends. This is Yo Mama. You are tuned in to the Bitch Don't Be Dumb podcast. A podcast for biological women who want their own space to express our ovaries if we want to talk about our titties, you know, um, get into like menstruation, if you will, moon cycles, as some of the more sophisticated friends like to call. Welcome to the bitch don't be dumb podcast, where we gather once a week to have a chit-chat. We gather once a week to have a guest, to have some laughs, to genuinely talk about what it's like being a woman on earth. You know, when I first started this podcast, I was a little bit with it and I was like, oh, this is for heterosexual, biological women, but I'm not trying to throw my lesbian friends under the bus at all. But, anyways, if you have a pussy, welcome. And if you don't, learn something. This is the bitch don't be pod the bitch don't be podcast. This is the bitch don't be dumb podcast. I am your host, your mama, here for all of you to just try to keep it fucking real. Can we keep it real? Can we keep it really real? No bullshit. Let's get into it. This week we're gonna talk about why it's fine to get fucked up. I'm really tired of alienating, judging, going against, particularly women. If a dude gets fucked up, he's a stud. If girl gets fucked up, she has a problem. She has an issue. You know what? The issue is probably a fucking man, and she's gonna drink that dude off on a Friday night, which I'm here for. You are allowed to get fucked up. Don't let anyone tell you that you're not allowed to get fucked up. Welcome to episode mate, I think we're up to 29. I think we're we're getting up there. Welcome to this week's episode called It's Fine to Get Fucked Up. Now, your mama is a smoking and drinking fiend. And now I'm walking a fine line. I'm skating on fucking thin ice here because the haters, I can already hear, oh, you have kids. You have kids. You know what? You know what I'm not doing? I'm not going on TikTok getting shit face drunk while my child is sleeping next to me. And if anyone is doing that or watching that, consuming that, knock it off. Seriously. I'm here to tell you ladies, it's fine to get fucked up, and we're gonna talk about how you do it. It's called functional fucked up. Number one, know your limits, girl. No one wants a sloppy nothing. No one wants someone eating fucking mushrooms and trying to talk to Jesus. No one wants someone with their head in the fucking shitter because they took too many shots that night and are fucking being nasty. And no one wants someone taking a hit off of a blunt when they shouldn't have done it because they're on five other things, and now they don't know what the fuck's going on, and they're calling it Uber. Actually, someone's calling it Uber for you because you're too fucked up. Don't be that bitch. That's not who we are. That's not who we is. And I'm really done with this sort of like just oh, she drinks, she smokes, pop pills. You know what? As long as you're like within reason, comfortable with your own limits, not hurting anyone, including your damn self. Oh, fuck you, dog. Sorry, my dog almost knocked me down because y'all know that I'm dog walking as I record this Wednesday. Fuck all, Fritz. Um, don't let anyone tell you about you. Because you know. Now, are there bitches that can't handle their shit? Of course. And there's dudes that can't handle their shit. And there's also a fine line: don't shoot heroin, don't be fucking stupid, don't touch fentanyl, don't let anyone buy you drinks who you don't know, because we're not trying to eat roofies in this bitch. Understand your own limits, your own likings, your tolerance, and plan that out. Like, just because you are a girl doesn't mean you have to be poly princess. And I am very against this perception that oh, she does this, she does that, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Here's the thing: people are going absolutely batshit crazy and croaking off of all these pharmaceuticals, right? The pharmaceutic honestly, I'll be real, I'll keep it one hondo with you bitches. The only thing out of a bottle I've ever taken was Adderall. And normally I buy it from a street dealer because I don't need a record built on my name for the government to be like, oh, look at this bitch on Adderall. Frankly, I'd rather keep my money in the streets. But outside of that, I stay away from the pill bottles. But that's just me. That's just me. And if you have an Adderall prescription or a fucking, I don't know, I don't know what the kids take these days, but if you have these bottles of pills, which fuck you up, by the way, everyone's like, oh my medicine, I need Z bitch. You are literally a pharmaceutical head. Like that's your gig. Like it's okay if you want to get fucked up. You know what I'm saying? Why does it have to be so against the world? Why do we all have to get discriminated against if we want to get a little bit loosey-goosey? Why does everyone have to point their finger and say, you bitch, you? You know, if you are a boss like me, honey girls, I have supported myself independently, not taking one dollar from anyone, including any dropkick I was ever married to, Randall's in the street. I've never taken a penny from anybody for 26 years. I come from nothing. I have no family. The day that I left my fucking house that I grew up in was the day that I put that shit to bed, dude. So it gets on to my next point. It's not easy having no family. It's not easy being estranged, it's not easy going through what I go through. So you know what helps me sometimes? Drinking, smoking a blunt. It takes the fucking edge off. And who the fuck is anyone to tell me that? No. Now it's funny because like since I've begun my mom journey, my mom journey, my mom journey, which is the best ever. I will, I am gonna do the whole like the truth about being a mom episode because it's beautiful and I'll get there. But this week we're fucking around. So the first thing, as soon as I say, hey, let's take some shots, let's smoke some bunts, let's fucking pop a natty and stay up for fucking two days. Oh, you have children. Like, yeah, bitch. And they are under someone else's care. I am not sitting here drinking my tits off or getting fucked up while my kids are directly in my dependent range. You know what I'm saying? And that doesn't include the smoking weed. If you're smoking night, you can smoke weed and have kids. Give me a fucking break, dude. Cannabis medicine, it's medicine for a like a reason. Like, get the fuck out of here. If you, as long as you're not blown smoke in your kids' face, I never smoke near or around my children. Trust and believe that's my own perspective. Um, if I'm really hurting, that's what edibles are for. You know what I'm saying? If I need to really get through the day, that's what an edible's for. You know, the reason that this shit is all like on my mind live time right now is because I'm gearing up for dry July, sisters. That's right. I'm a little bit scared, a little bit concerned, because it's always a scary time for me. However, I feel that in my personal and again, this is not this isn't even my opinion. This is my lifestyle, dude. Like, seriously, live how you want to live. If you want to smoke a hundred blunts every day and drink fucking half a bottle, good for you, yo. Like, who the fuck who's around to tell you now? I'm so sick of the judgment of society. Oh, sorry about that. I'm so sick of the judgment of society telling bitches what we're allowed to do. Y'all, you can smoke one of these, but not too many. You can do this, but not too much. You can rockity rot. It's fucking bullshit. Like, like we aren't oppressed enough. You know, speaking of oppression, while I was celebrating Juneteenth, because I definitely had Juneteenth celebrations, like shout out diversity, shout out acceptance, shout out progression, shout out. But my question is this how come Juneteenth became like a national holiday where no one has to work? But you know when we do have to work on International Women's Day, motherfucker. Why do we have to work on International Women's Day? How's that work out? You know, out of all my stories and explanations of how we get fucked every day by society, because we do. That's why we're here. The Bitch Don't Be Dumb podcast. A big part of this podcast is knowing we're getting fucked for real. Like we get the shit under the stick, all of that. Back to my point. If a woman goes to the bottle shop every day and buys, I don't know, something fucking 500 mils of vodka or a couple fucking shots of Bacardi or a fucking whole bottle of tequila. I don't give a fuck. If she does that, then it's like, oh, there's Mindy, the town alcohol. But if Steve goes in and Steve buys his tequila every week, then it's oh great, mate. What are you making today? The fuck out of here. Why do we live in this world, women? Why is it like that? Why can't we just here's the thing back to my my bottle rant. So if you have a script of something that's way stronger, like let me tell you, your mama doesn't do hard drugs anymore. I mean, I'm like on a very extremely rare occasion when there are no children around me, because honestly, like if even if I'm doing something, I have a babysitter, like, but if I was in no children, no baby, like they're somewhere, and yeah, maybe I'll do a couple bumps of cocaine, like nothing wrong with that. Um, but as day-to-day, weed and alcohol are fine. Don't drink too much because it will fuck your liver, and you'll probably get addicted to alcohol. Alcohol's an ugly fucking dragon, eh? Like, I drank, don't get me wrong, but I'm very careful with my drinking. But again, that's my prerogative, however. Don't go out and be trash Sally stumbling down the street looking a damn fool. That's not an insult towards you, honey. Like maybe you just drank too much, but don't let the world have that above you. You need to keep your shit together. Keep your shit together. So getting fucked up is fine as long as you can keep it together. Now I realize for the younger BDs that are listening, for our little girl audience, shout out, this is your mama, I'm here for you. You're gonna fucking experiment with what works for you. And don't get me wrong, if you do not, if you elect to not drink or smoke because like you have loving family and stability, and you don't really need to escape your general reality, good for you, bitch. But I don't really think those people are listening to my podcast. I think they're listening to, I don't know, a wholesome podcast. They're listening to a more wholesome podcast than this. And also, I don't want to hear about these bitches like oh getting fucked up for fun. So there's a difference between getting fucked up for fun and getting fucked up to maintain. And I can comment on that because I do both. There's a place and time for everything, and I like to get loose. And frankly, my life has been extremely fucking difficult. True story about your mama, I didn't even touch alcohol until my 30s. Real, that's just true. That happened. I never drank alcohol until I was in my 30s. I smoked marijuana, clearly. I remain a cannabis queen because I do believe that that is God's plant. Praise jaw. Get it in ya. But I never touched the liquid demon because it really, it's a different thing to fuck with. My point is, like, you don't have to do anything to be cool. You can be a sober queen. Be a sober queen. Drive everybody home, look after your homies, and be that bitch. There's power in that. I'm not saying, I'm not here to hate on the sober queens, but I am here to back up my bitches that are just trying to get fucked up. Shout out. Here I am. Can you hear my voice? You guys should know this. I don't know how I ended up in this weird suburb 10 miles out of Manhattan. One day I'll tell the story, it's fucking ridiculous. It's so quiet. I'm surrounded by mansions, I'm not lying, and my voice is like bouncing off the mansions. And I'm trying to be quiet, but you know, it's your mama. I'm a loud bitch. So, anyways, here's the thing: you need to pick your poison and like commit. Find your balance. If you want to bloody marry in the morning and then you want to smoke a joint before you have to go into a fucking bullshit job that you don't want to be at all day and that's gonna take the edge off, fucking do it. Who is around to tell you no? If you are like me and have no family, which is a rare one, most people I know have at least one relative. Um, if you have no one in the world, I mean, obviously, my family's my boys, don't get it twisted. Like I've got my babies, that's my family, but I have no extended family, I have no parents, I have no siblings. The fuck the thing is that I'm one of five. I come from a very big family. That's and that's important to mention in all this. I'm not saying I have no family because I'm an only child and my parents croaked in an accident. I have no family because my father raised me, God bless him. He's kind of now got a foot in the grave, to be real, and the only people on earth that I'm related to that are left is my mother and my four sisters, who are all cunt. And I understand that people will be like, oh, that's your mom. You're not allowed to call her cunt. Well, guess what? I can call her whatever the fuck I want because she's my mom and not yours, so don't worry about it, eh? I saw that on TikTok the other week because you know, there's a couple tickie talkers I fuck with. I'll fuck with a live when I have, you know, the middle of the night and it's quiet. I have three hours off. I'm gonna have a couple drinks, I'll watch a live. I'm not going on live then. I don't know about these bitches going on live fucked up. I'm not trying to go on live fucked up, I'll go on live. Not in that situation, anyways. I was on live watching some people, and they were like, some girl was like, My mom's a cunt. And then the person that she was talking to was like, you can never and of course it was a man. Of course it was a man. It was a male speaking to a female, and the female was like, My mom's a cunt. And then the male was like, How could you say that? She's your mama, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. And the girl was like, probably because she let her boyfriends crawl in bed with me and rape me when I was a teenager. Like, you don't know what someone has fucking been through, dude. So do not judge anyone. We don't judge people here. I don't need to tell you that. I'm not preaching you girls, I'm talking about that to society. I'm talking about that to the bigger fucking picture. People are so quick to judge. Mate, I have had uh a very like my life continues. I have had it's not like I'm fucking dying. My life is rich, dude. Like my life is nice. I've got serious financial problems right now, like hella hella ones that would fucking keep people up at night. But at the end of the day, it doesn't define who I am. I have my own set of beliefs and spiritual system, fortunately ingrained in me. I know I'll get through it. I will get through it, and guess what? It's gonna be easier to get through with a quarter pint of cannabis and fucking three bottles of tequila. You know what I'm saying? Fuck off. Anyone that says you are not allowed to do whatever you need to do for your own health can eat one, and that's on God. No one is allowed to tell you that you're not allowed to get fucked up, and you don't even need to get blindly fucked up, you can just be on your own fucking level, dude. And that's what really scares them. Ladies, women, girls, babies, you really want to terrify a dude? Learn how to handle your liquor. See, I have this thing called a German liver, and that's why I have to be very careful. My grandfather, who I never was unfortunately able to meet, because he died of liver cancer, because he drank too much goddamn gin. Which is part of the reason why I never touched alcohol, because it really is caca. Like, and so is smoking. By the way, vape your cannabis, ladies. Here's the thing: this is a health tip, and you need to listen to me because I'm real about it. I'm a weed head, I've been smoking weed for 20 years. I have taken a break here and there for my again, that doesn't make me better than anyone. I didn't take a break because I went off cannabis, I didn't take a break because I decided that weed was a horrible drug and da-da-da-da. I took a break because my fucking lungs needed it. I smoked too many fillies, and for all y'all that are in here, if you remember smoking fillies, pull up cherry, vanilla duchess, Garcia Vegas. That was really my bag. Anyways, I smoked a lot of cigars. Which is stupid, because if I just stuck to clean cannabis, then you know, it'd be a different story. Nevertheless, I'm healthy now. I walk my 15,000 steps a day, and 90% of the time when I do consume plant medicine is either via edible or via a plug-in wall tower vape. And if you don't have one, fucking get it. And if you can't afford one, start saving up. Make it go fund me. Ask your family. Most people have family and friends that can ask for something, be like, hey, Christmas is a couple months away. Start saving, bitch, because you're gonna buy me one of these. The plug-in tower vapes are everything. Like, when you light marijuana, when you set cannabis on fire, you immediately lose like something stupid, like 70% of the THC. So, what smart bitches do, right? What the BDs do, what my girls are aware of, which I'm putting you on right now, just get yourself a plug-in vape. Your weed will go so far. Grow your own plants. I mean, hell. If I could grow anything, it would be well, I guess food. Food would probably be first, but then I would grow weed. But I just don't have any land or fucking time. Nevertheless, get a plug-in vape, and you can thank me later. Stay away from those oil pens. Uh, they're toxic and they'll give you a heart attack. They're fun as fuck. And don't get me wrong, I've definitely ripped through more oil pens in my time than I would care to fucking admit. However, I am here to educate, uplift, and progress our culture. And in doing that, my obligation to do that, I need to tell y'all get get yourself a fucking air riser, tower vape, the Canadians are onto one. Google it, a air riser with a Z. Go get yourself one. And as far as your drinks go, just curb it. Like, you want to go to the club and get fucked up nasty, do it. But not to the point where you're relying on anyone to look after you. You know what I'm saying? Not to blackout. We don't need to blackout, ladies. In 2026, I don't think we need to blackout anymore. I feel like I feel like that should be put behind us. And we should be progressive and just consume cannabis mainly. But the moral of the story, as I circle back to the theme of this week's episode, is it's fun getting fucked up. Like, let getting fucked up be your flavor. No one is allowed to judge you if you lean into things that they don't fucking like. Honestly, some people like to fucking run. I watch these people jogging around in Central Park. I'm like, the fuck? Or the cyclists? The cyclists are fucking crazy. They're all it's dopamine life, yo. And guess what? Everybody's body chemistry is different. So fair enough. Riding your bike makes you feel better. Well, guess what? Vaping my tower makes me feel better. And if I have a fucking bloody merry with it, wonderful. Let's start the day. Let's get it going. This judge mental, especially in the States with the cannabis laws, give me a break. I went to jail, ladies. Oh, trust and believe. Your mama got arrested. Oh man, many moons ago for public view of all the dodgy shit that I've done. Seriously, some of it like too illegal. I did like, I think I got a little bit extra with it. Like hard drugs. Here's my thing with hard drugs. You want to experiment, you want to do some hard drugs. I guess. I mean, I slid in the coke haha before, but frankly, I just don't like to support gangs like that. That's really kind of my problem. Although when I'm buying alcohol, I'm supporting the corporate gang, so I can't really talk, but you know where I'm coming from. Like these days, as much as it makes me sound like a grandma, but street drugs are just they're not what they were, kids. They're not what they were. You just have to be so careful. And honestly, that's a risky run. Like, that's where you will get addicted. That's the shit that people actually design specifically to make you have withdrawals, to make you get addicted. Some people have a very serious addiction to alcohol, but you know what? A lot of people fucking don't. So if you want to get your drink on, chin chin, bitch. Cheers. Bottoms up. Like, who cares? If you can handle it, handle it. Like, why is it that all the people, all the bitches, the women, my sisters, why is it that when we can handle our fucking liquor, we can handle our drink, but then they gotta attack us in something else. First, it's all you're drunk and you're sloppy. It's like, well, I'm actually fine. Oh, you're drunk and you're addicted. You're gonna be on what's the show? I shouldn't laugh at the show, um, but sometimes I did because it was it it was a little bit extra sometimes, but whatever the addict show was, you're going on the show. I'm actually not. Um, I don't spend all my money on piss, I'm not hammered, and I just happen to have some liquid relief available in my house in case I want it. That's me. And if I want it, I'm gonna goddamn have it. And anyone that has a fucking thing to say about it should probably go and pour one out for themselves. And don't worry about mate. Word? Same with cannabis, so that's what I was starting to say. It's early, ladies. I'm all over the spot. Do not judge anybody that is enjoying the benefits of plant medicine. If you have something to say about cannabis, go away. Um, honestly, it's not your podcast. That's how passionate I am about it, for real. This is a podcast for my BDs and my bitches and my crew, and nobody that I fuck with would ever in a million years have any issue with cannabis. It is the most like dinosaur fucking BC shit. I'm sure Jesus was probably smoking L's. Like, get real, dude. Like, it is so crazy that society makes a decision and then all of a sudden it's our ethical threshold. Oh, the government said I'm not supposed to do this, so fuck. Channel 9 said women who do this are that. Shit. Fuck out of here, yeah. Do your thing. Level out. These days, unfortunately, I wish I was drinking and smoking more to have fun. I wish it was more of like a hurrah, hooray for me. But you know what it is? It's actually for my health. It's actually so I don't go fucking crazy and lose my mind while I am being presented with institutional stonewalling beyond. I was reading, we're gonna pivot in the last couple minutes of the podcast, everyone. So, anyways, I'm gonna close that topic off. Go get fucked up, have a good time, don't be gross, you know what I'm saying. Back to a little bit of private yo mama moments. We're gonna wrap up with this week. I have clinical complex post-traumatic stress syndrome, and it took me a long time to actually say that out loud. It took me because I'm like, I'm your mama, I'm fine. And also because I don't have anyone, I don't have time to have complex PTSD, people. I don't have I don't have resources to be like traumatically impacted by my nervous system. I need to keep it pushing for my babies, you know what I'm saying? Anyways, um, the institutional stonewalling I've experienced by the hand of the law, in many, whether it's the police, whether it's lawyers, governments, like I have been so irrationally fucked, illegally, illegally fucked. People, I have seven things in court right now. Seven. And I'm self-man, I'm self-repped, right? I'm pro se pro se all day, baby. That's what they call it. If you this is a really interesting thing. If you need to go to court, they tell you you have to have a lawyer. Because I never knew this. Like when I really the worst thing that happened to me, like when the police tried to kill me and I had a lawyer, uh, that lawyer fucked me so hard, like you'd never believe it. Anyways, six years later, actually 10 years later, I came to realize I could have represented myself. I didn't know that. Like, you you can't have your friend represent you. So it's like if I have to go to court and my friend Betty is like, girl, I got this. You don't need a lawyer, I'm gonna help you out. Betty's not allowed to help me out. But if I gotta go to court and I'm like, you know what? Fuck lawyers. They're scumbags, shitbags. And you know what? If y'all, if any of you listening to our lawyer, fuck you, to be completely honest. Like, I don't feel like I have any lawyers listening to this podcast. And if I do, like, shout out, girl. I'm not like I'm playing with you, yeah, but you know where I'm coming from. That's the thing. If a lawyer is listening to this and they heard me say that, they know where I'm coming from. But the bottom line is you know what takes the edge off when you got to represent yourself because you have no one and nothing. Sometimes a Mai Thai. Sometimes a rum and cherry coke. Um, find your flavor, find your balance, find what works for you, and do not let society or anyone else define your own concept of relief. People want to say, oh, alcohol is just gonna destroy your liver, and uh weed is it's gonna destroy your lungs. Guess what? The air is gonna destroy your organs because the world is so fucking polluted right now. We're all getting cancer anyway. Like, give me a break, dude. Like, nobody has any place to tell you your own genetic makeup. There's people that fucking smoke Siggy's until they're 110 years old. Interestingly, I never smoked tobacco, and that is actually that's written down as an episode. Cannabis, not tobacco, don't smoke tobacco, girl. It's gross, it's trashy, it's gross, pointless. Don't smoke tobacco, smoke weed. Seriously. If you really want to smoke something and you're a smoker, which I respect because I was for many years until, you know, I had to turn into a vapor because my lungs couldn't take anymore. Do not waste your lungs on tobacco. It smells. First of all, cigarettes fucking stink. I mean, I'm not yucking anyone's yum. I'm not here to destroy, I'm not here to chat on anyone. I guess I'm going against my own episode, so I'm just gonna wrap it up. Smoke a ciggy, goddamn it. Smoke three packs for me, girl. Have them all. Smoke them all, do it all, drink it all, pop it all. Do whatever you want to do as long as you know what works for you, as long as you know that you're maintaining your health for real. And for me, my mental health is very fortunate to have the supportive help of cannabis and alcohol. Uh, go get fucked up, ladies. Poor one out for me. I love you. I hope you have a nice week. And when you're getting fucked up this week and having a good time, let it be. And don't let anyone tell you nothing different about yourself. You know yourself.