Normal Gossip - The Couch and the Fuckboy with Scaachi Koul

Episode Date: April 9, 2025

Welcome to season EIGHT of Normal Gossip! We're kicking off the season with Scaachi Koul and a story about the lengths you would go for a coveted couch. Order Scaachi’s book, Sucker Punch, here and follow her on Instagram here.Subscribe to our newsletter for writing from Rachelle, Se'era, Jae, Alex, and Kelsey, plus blog recommendations and secrets!You can support Normal Gossip directly by buying merch or becoming a Friend or a Friend-of-Friend at supportnormalgossip.com.Our merch shop is run by Dan McQuade. You can also find all kinds of info about us and how to submit gossip on our Komi page: https://normalgossip.komi.io/Episode transcript here.Order Kelsey's book, You Didn’t Hear This From Me, here!Follow the show on Instagram @normalgossip, and if you have gossip, email us at [e-mail] or leave us a voicemail at 26-79-GOSSIP.Normal Gossip is hosted by Rachelle Hampton (@heyydnae) and produced by Se'era Spragley Ricks (@seera_sharae) and Jae Towle Vieira (@jaetowlevieira). Alex Sujong Laughlin (@alexlaughs) is our Supervising Producer. Justin Ellis is Defector's projects editor. Show art by Tara Jacoby.Normal Gossip is a proud member of Radiotopia. Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

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is literally a dream come true for me. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little bit nervous. I've been a fan of this show since it launched, which means I know I have got some big and very cute shoes to fill. I am eternally grateful, not just to Kelsey and Alex and the whole Normal Gossip team for giving me this opportunity. I'm also so, so grateful to all the audience for giving me a chance. I have a feeling, so grateful to y'all, the audience for giving me a chance. I have a feeling we're gonna have a good time together.

If you wanna have an even better time together, we have a newsletter and subscriber episodes. If you upgrade your subscription to friend or friend of a friend, in the subscriber episodes, you get exclusive bits of gossip. They're all pretty good. Now, if you've been tuning in and are now thinking, I know all of this already, give me the gossip. Well, you're in luck because I'm done with my little spiel and I'm now ready to introduce the very first guest of season eight of Normal Gossip. I am so thrilled to be joined by none other than Saatchi Cole.

Saatchi is a senior writer at Slate and the author of two books. Her most recent book, Sucker Punch, just came out in March and it is a beautiful collection of essays. Saatchi also produced the documentary, Girls Gone Wild, The Untold Story, and she is a co-host of the Scamfluencers podcast. Saatchi, welcome. My first question is, do you consider yourself a gossip? Yeah, I think anybody who says they're not is a liar.

Actually, those people are lying the most. People who are like, I really don't like gossip, liar. Those are the people who say gossip under the sheen of faux concern, and that's worse. It is. Like, I don't want like dramatic bad is. I don't want dramatic bad gossip. I don't like it when it's like people are gossiping about awful breakup or terrible stuff like that sucks. But mild work conflict at a place that I don't work, yum yum delicious.

Snacky for snacky, I must eat. So yeah, I love hearing about things that don't really involve me. I don't believe all of it. I don't believe all of it. And that's what makes you a good journalist. Thank you. But it is interesting. Even when it's false, it is interesting to think

about what falsities we invent about each other or about ourselves and why we do it. So I even think then it's still interesting. It's very revealing. This is the same way I feel about reality television, where people say, because it's produced, that it doesn't say anything real. And I'm like, no, the invisible hand of the production

and what they think we want to see is actually very, very instructive. Yeah. And the people on those shows often know that. And what they choose to feed into and what they choose not to feed into, they're pretty savvy. So that's, I mean, no decision is a decision. I mean, I have to ask now that we're here.

Sachi, what is your relationship to gossip? You know, I was thinking this the other day that when I started my divorce process and when I was starting the separation, I was really mad and offended that people weren't telling me that I was the subject of more gossip. Like, I would call my friends and be like, hey, mad and offended that people weren't telling me that I was the subject of more gossip, I would call my friends and be like, hey,

has anybody asked what's going on? Yeah. I deleted a lot of photos on Instagram. I'm posting a mentally ill person. Surely somebody has been like, hey, what's going on with Saci and her marriage? And all my friends, and they wouldn't lie to me because they do not care, were like, oh, yeah, no one's asked.

And I was like, why not? What the fuck? And I'm still a little offended about that, frankly. So I love gossip. I think there's lots of gradations of it and layers of it. I think it's all good, and I like it, and I want gossip. And I also, I want this on the record

that for this show, you guys do a pre-interview and you asked me to bring a piece of gossip, which I did. And it was deemed too hot to air. And I would like to discuss that. I just want to be told that I have some credit for somehow bringing a morsel too hot to air by the gossip show. I have to talk to God. You should definitely get credit for that to be clear.

Thank you. Unfortunately, we go through a rigorous legal process. It was impossible. I was like, there's no way. I told you guys, and then as I hung up, laughed for 100 years. I was like, there's no way they're going to be able to air that. There's no way to anonymize it.

Everybody would know immediately. And by the way, when I say everyone would know, I mean, conservatively 500 people would immediately know who this one person was. And I loved the thought of one of you having a phone call with a lawyer being like, we got a piece of gossip. On the note of gossip, one of my private joys

is knowing that I have said something that gets back to a lawyer who then, like the heavy sigh, every time a lawyer sighs because of something I've said, my ass gets a little bit fatter. Like it's, and I feel it. Like I knew I was like, oh, they call the lawyer. I look thick. You wake up in the morning, you're like,

I look particularly stacked today. What lawyer heard my name? Six lawyers, six lawyers at AT&T are currently screaming my name into the sky. What AT&T? I just picked a telecommunications company I don't work for. Yeah, you have the rare honor of giving us a piece of gossip that we could not air, but a little Brady told me that you have some airable gossip for me. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I have a story about my own flagellation, certainly. Yeah. OK. So when you write a book, they give you an advanced version of it. I have one. It's just like a little loose paperback that they give you so that you can give it to people, whatever else. So I received one from my publisher

and I went to my office to go pick it up because that's where I had it sent for safekeeping. And I was like walking through Brooklyn and having like a really nice day and looking at it and being like, wow, I did it. How exciting. And then I got on the train and I'm still looking at the book.

I'm by myself, I'm living in peace, right? And I have it open. I'm like looking at a random page and I have it open and I just hear, Sachi? And I like slowly lower the book with my name on it as if like I can't read like a billboard. The book could have been a mask of my own face, holding it up and it's you. And I haven't seen you in months. And you're like, Hey, are you reading your own book on the subway? And I had to be like, yeah, but not like that. I was just checking that it was my book.

I was just checking that it's real. What if they put like the different book in the same cover? Sometimes that happens, you know, like you buy, I don't know when that would happen. Like it was like a bottom to experience. And then I had to, and then we had to go to different places. So I talked to you for a few seconds

and then you got off the train to go to, you were going to the gym, I think. I was, yeah. And I talked to you for a few seconds. And then you got off the train to go to, you were going to the gym, I think. I was, yeah. And I had to sit on the fucking train. And there were people, there were other people who watched this interaction and then like looked at me and they were like, oh, you wrote a book, huh? And I'm like, yeah, it's this one

that I was reading on the subway. It's out in March that I'm holding right now. Can I tell you my experience of this moment? Yeah, I guess. So I get on the train, it's very early for me. I know this is a morning workout based on how out of it I was. I look up and I'm pretty sure

I'd already seen your cover on Instagram. And so I saw the book first and I was just like, oh my God, someone has a galley of Saatchi's book already. The street team is really out here. That's incredible. And then I look up further and I'm like, oh my God, it's Saatchi. I haven't seen her in months.

And then I thought this is gonna be hilarious. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Like, and thought, this is going to be hilarious. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. And it was funny, because for some reason earlier in the day, I was thinking about how I never run into anybody, despite the fact that we live in the same neighborhood. And there's a lot of people I know who live around here. And I just never see anybody.

And not that I'm willing this into, but clearly I did. And so I was thinking of it and then there you fucking are I have to do the face-off operation and change my name and go into witness protection it was so embarrassing and then when I got my physical copy I went to go pick that up and I was on the train I was like I'm not fucking taking this goddamn book out. You couldn't pay me. I'm going to read it in the dark alone as God intended. You could have summoned me. I feel like whenever you hold your book in public and you're reading it, I'll just appear on the corner.

I'm worried it's not that. I'm worried it's something embarrassing. Like my pants are gonna fall off and then you're gonna be there. Like it's not, I don't know that it's the book. I'm worried that it's like, I'm gonna do something self-effacing and like simultaneously so narcissistic and like belittling at the same time.

So it made me feel so small and yet so big. That's what I worried about. Oh my God. I was like, this is exactly what I would do if I had just gotten the galley of my book. I would also be reading it on the train. Yeah, you're more generous than me. And I will tell you this, if I ever catch you on the subway reading your own book, I

would have not, you were nice enough to say my name. So I looked up, I would have taken a thousand photos of it and I wouldn't have said anything to you. I would have left and just posted them, tagged you and been like, looks like someone learned how to read. I would be way meaner about it. That's what was making me so crazy. I was like, this is simultaneously so embarrassing and a huge missed opportunity for her. She's too nice. She's never going to do it. But a real, a real monster like myself would have done something with this. The thing is, you did do it. You posted about it on Instagram later.

Oh, yeah. You outed yourself. Yeah, because I remember thinking, I was like, this is a total missed opportunity. If only an asshole ran into me like this, they could really make a meal out of it. And instead, it was like you, and you were being so genteel. You were like, oh, are you going to the gym? I'm like, I have to go figure out a plan.

I have to get my estate in order. Cause I have to die. I have to go into witness protection. Yeah. I left that conversation being like, I can't wait to get a galley of Saji's book and we're going to go workout together. It's so funny. Yeah. And I'm like, guillotine.

And you're like, I want to die. I have to die. It's time to die. Yeah. We were having very different days. That was beautiful. I want to die. I have to die. It's time to die. Yeah. We were having very different days. That was beautiful. I love that gossip. I love that I was privy to that gossip. Yeah. Oh, great.

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Find out how much at airbnb.ca slash host. Our story today takes place in the late aughts. Think the beginning of the Obama era. Think electric feel by MGMT playing at every party. Parties where the girls are wearing knee-high boots and shirts with vertical stripes. Why are you saying this? You're talking about pioneers in their covered wagons. They crossed the Oregon Trail.

They ate the whole Buffalo, tip to tail. It was almost 20 years ago, babe. That hurts my feelings, but go on. These are parties where the boys have all made Joseph Gordon-Levitt's character in 500 Days of Summer their entire personality without realizing that he is the villain in that movie. Think like American Apparel, Chunky Bangs,

Shutter Shades, Warren, Unironically. Are you with me? Yeah. It looks like you're having some flashbacks. Where were you during this era? Oh, God. This was a terrifying, heady time of me just turning 18 and being in early university.

I had just moved to Toronto. I thought I knew everything. I had cut all my hair off into this fuck ass bob. It looked so bad. I loved it. And I was having a time in my life. That is a very important element. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The early aughts. Yeah, yeah. So our friend of a friend, Morgan, is in college during this era at a liberal arts university in the Pacific Northwest. It's the sort of school where there is no football team, but on any given night you could find between five and 10 shitty little bands doing Mumford and Sons cosplay

in the basement of a coffee shop. Lucky for our girl Morgan, she loves Mumford and Sons. She loves mod cloth. She loves wearing huge headbands over her hair. She's the kind of girl who might start an aesthetic Tumblr dedicated to the color blue that low key becomes a little famous in the aesthetic Tumblr blog community. Is that a thing? It is.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Our story begins at the end of Morgan's sophomore year of college, and our girl is ready for summer. She has a sweet internship lined up for a digital publication that would collapse 10 years later. The funny thing about that is it's like, well, which one? That could be anybody. So many choices.

That could be anybody, anywhere, anytime. Okay. But we're not there yet. We're in the late aughts when people felt lucky to get an unpaid internship at Mike.com and dreamed of working for Buzzfeed. No one had ever heard the words pivot to video. So Morgan's coasting high.

She's done with her finals and in a few hours, she will be putting the finishing touches on this year's final edition of the student newspaper, where she has just been named the incoming deputy editor. We are both graduates of journalism school, which means I'm sure we both have strong opinions on student publications. Please hold forth.

What was the publishing ecosystem of your college like? I was an editor for the socialist newspaper. You can't see me, but I'm bumping this right now. They have a personal essay and culture section, and I was one of the editors and I would write for it. But I didn't do any of the other ones because I thought all those guys were weird. They were so weird and so proprietary over the student paper. You're like, we're 20 and you are running around trying to write a story about the muffin prices in the canteen.

What do you mean? Exactly. Get a job. Get a job. You're a taxpayer. What are you talking about? You're 20. In six years, you're going to get kicked off your parents' insurance. What are you talking about?"

I just found it so weird and white and restrictive and funny, and I didn't do it. So I went and worked for the socials paper, barely met anybody who worked on it, which was exactly how I wanted to operate. Had a good time, really loved it and graduated. This is very similar to the kind of school that Morgan is at. They have just the biggest media scene you could possibly have. Just in print, there's the campus magazine. There's two dueling arts and culture magazines.

There's a fashion magazine, which is, of course, separate from the women's magazine. There's a fashion magazine, which is of course separate from the women's magazine. There's a local student radio station, and then there's the blogs, just dozens of them, each more niche than the last. But Morgan doesn't really give a shit about any of those because to her, like a real newspaper kid, the only real game in town is the student newspaper.

And it's true that the newspaper is the campus' longest running publication, but that's not why Morgan joined the paper. She joined the paper because of all the school's various publications, the paper throws the best parties. And that's because one of the established duties of the editor in chief of the student newspaper is to preside over the weekly parties after close.

So at the school, the editor in chief of the newspaper is always a senior, and all this campus seniors typically had the sweetest housing deals. And this year's editor in chief, Grant, had the sweetest housing deal of them all. Grant is tall with that kind of like floppy hair that made everyone's heart go pitter patter. He's still dating his high school sweetheart and everyone on the paper calls them mom and dad. Because Grant has family money, the townhouse he rented was not only decently up kept,

but for a college senior, was also extremely well furnished. Like there were multiple rugs. The chairs at the dining table, which was made of real wood by the way, all matched. Morgan had even heard that Grant had a headboard and a nightstand. Wow. I still don't have a nightstand. I'm using a windowsill. Satya, get a nightstand.

I don't want to. Then I got to move things. I'm busy. That's true. You're very busy. Nothing impressed Morgan more in Grant's apartment though than the couch. Sati, tell me about your first couch. I was in like residency when I was in university and then I had like a little shitty student apartment. I had a really bad futon that my parents gave me and then I lived with a friend and she had a couch and then I moved in with my ex and we had this awful blue sectional.

I hated it. When did you realize how expensive couches were? When I got divorced, I was like, oh, I get to pick all of this furniture. And so I got a custom pink velvet couch that pulls out into a queen bed, which is pretty comfortable. And it's like a crushed, it's like a light pink, it's crushed velvet, and my cat really likes it.

That sounds so comfortable. Custom furniture is so chic. Oh my God. You can do it. It's actually about the same price as a regular couch now because couches are so expensive. Listen, you can get a shitty couch for $220. It will fall apart.

It will hold you in a stress position if you try to sleep on it. It's the worst night of your life. But if you want one that like is kind of comfortable and I needed a second bed in case I had visitors, like, yeah, it's thousands of dollars. Yeah. So I didn't know that until a few years after college, when I was considering replacing the couch that my parents gave me for free.

And I was just like, I've had this for so long. It's like 10 years old. I should get a new one. And then I looked at couch prices and I was like, never mind. I will not be getting a new one. But our girl Morgan is precocious because she spent so much time on aesthetic tumbler. She has a real eye for furniture. And she also knows just how expensive it is, which is why when she sees Grant's couch for the first

time, she almost cries. It's big and velvet and marine blue, and it's so, so, so comfortable. It's the kind of couch where sitting on it immediately puts you at ease. And Morgan knows this very well because at every single party for the last year, she has spent the whole night glued to Grant's couch, which is also exactly how I operated a party. I will be locating a place to sit down and I will be holding court from there all night long. Correct. Correct.

This is why I never see you at parties. We're both sitting in opposite ends of the room and we're both like, I'm not getting up. I'll see you later. Yeah, exactly. I will salute you from across the room. Morgan's love for this couch is so clear that halfway through the school year,

when Morgan finally gives up the courage to ask Grant what he plans to do with it, Grant bequeaths the couch to her, which means that for every single Friday night for the past four months, when Morgan has been sitting down on that big blue couch, she has done so with the knowledge that she was gonna own it one day.

It's this knowledge that carries her through finals and the last close of the newspaper, which was particularly torturous because of Kobe. Saatchi, if you have to describe the typical white man in media, how would you? Okay. He's got little glasses on that I would love to break in half.

He has family money, but he pretends he doesn't and says that they were comfortable. They're always saying they were comfortable. I don't know what that means. They're always calling themselves disruptors. Okay, so now imagine that, that image that you just had in your head. Yeah.

Imagine that with an undeveloped prefrontal cortex. Yeah. So, Kobe is Grant's roommate, which is maybe the only reason why anyone still talks to him. He's the newspaper sports reporter. And because the school basically has no sports, Kobe has way too much time on his hand, which means his pieces are always 600 words too long and since it's in print, that still matters.

Yes. He also does that specific white man in media thing where because he feels so strongly about objectivity and bias, he always has to cover both sides. What that means in practice is that whenever he covers women's sports, he interviews someone who thinks women's sports should be defunded. Oh boy.

One of his very first op-eds argued that, for clarity's sake, white journalists shouldn't censor themselves when discussing the N-word, because there's obviously a different N-word than the one we're all thinking of that it could be confused for. You know, for clarity's sake. What? The outcry over that op-ed is what got Kobe moved on to sports where he can terrorize the campus' minority jock population.

The thing is, Kobe's not just a terror during work hours. How do you think this kind of guy behaves at parties? Oh, I think he's probably a dream. I think he's probably a dream. I'm sure everyone's really excited when he shows up. I'm sure no one feels a sense of throbbing unsafety around him. Never not once. Great.

Coby never contributes anything to the parties, even though he lives with Grant. He always brings random extra people without telling anyone, and no one can leave their for-loco around him because he'll just steal it. He's a real for-loco fiend. Everyone's waiting for Grant to graduate so they can just stop hanging out with Kobe,

including Morgan, though Morgan has her own reasons. You see, in a moment of weakness, she's hooked up with Kobe last year. Come on! Are you fucking for real? Oh, ladies, we are not gonna win this war. Yeah. So Morgan had her moment of weakness last year, which is how she found out that at night,

Kobe goes up on the elevated train tracks near campus to write really shitty poetry. Once her friends on the newspaper found out that Morgan and Kobe hooked up, they took out an anonymous ad in the lost and found section of the paper that read lost dignity with Morgan's dorm address listed next to it. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. This is the beginning. This is the beginning?

This is the beginning. Okay. So we're at the end of Morgan's sophomore year. And even though Kobe's sports column had come in 200 words too long, without a lead or a kicker or a point at all, really, Morgan is entering the last closed party of the school year on a high.

She has a bright future in the extremely stable digital media industry ahead of her. She's gonna get her couch. She'll never have to step foot into Kobe's apartment again. Everything is coming up, Morgan. Do you remember this point in college where it felt like you were kind of like on the cusp of something?

Oh, yeah. I felt that like you just lit a cigarette. That was the last time I felt like that. Like, yeah, I remember it. Like, it's like, do you remember the last time you were home? Absolutely. As I heat up the pipe, just trying to get a grip on whatever's happening right now,

yes, I remember that. So Morgan's full of hope, which can tend to make you a little bit reckless. So towards the end of this last close party, she gets a chance to talk to Grant for the first time. Grant has a fellowship at Mother Jones lined up. It's even paid, so she congratulates him. And then she's like, so when should I pick up my couch? And at first, Grant looks confused. And then a little sheepish. And Morgan is an

observant bitch. So she is immediately like, what's wrong? Grant's like, Morgan, I'm so sorry. And Morgan feels her eye twitch before she responds, sorry for what? And that's when Grant tells her that he completely forgot that he had promised her the couch. And that when Kobe, his roommate, asked if he could keep it, Grant said yes. Tonight is the couch's last night in Grant's care.

Morgan's trying not to freak out, but she is devastated. She had so many plans for the big blue couch. She knew exactly where it was gonna go in her very first off-campus apartment, right underneath the big picture window with southern exposure, so every day she'd wake up to the couch bathed in beautiful morning light.

Kobe would not appreciate the couch like she would. Kobe had once told Morgan that there wasn't a difference between turquoise and cerulean. He wouldn't know that the couch was the most perfect shade of ultramarine blue. Grant does that you know drunk white man thing and mumbles an apology before kind of just patting her shoulder and ambling off. It's very clear that he is washing his hands of this whole couch business. He's basically graduated. Not his circus, not his monkeys. How are you feeling, Saatchi?

What do you do now? The couch that has been promised to you is soon gonna be in the possession of one of your greatest enemies. Shh. I would set the couch on fire. Ha! I would damage the couch.

I would do something monstrous to the couch. And I would make sure everybody saw that I did it. I would want everyone to know, like, we had a deal. And you reneged on the deal. And that's why I'm putting all these knives into this couch. If I can't have the couch, no one can. I don't see why anybody should have anything I don't have. Especially Kobe.

Yeah, I'm real stressed out about all of this, honestly. That's exactly where you should be. Morgan does not set the couch on fire. She loves the couch too much. But Morgan also has to leave for her unpaid internship in Brooklyn the next day, so she can't really do anything. She spends the whole summer doing her little menial task and spending way too much money in Williamsburg,

spending far too much time at Union Pool. She's figuring out the G train. She loves Manhattan Hinge. She's having a great time. Beautiful. And in between all of that, she's plotting. She's scheming. So then when she lands back in town in the fall,

she's much broker than when she left, but she also has a plan. First action item. Find couch. Hi bald, it's me, Trixie Mattel, skinny legend and board certified HVAC sommelier. And me, Katya Zamalichkova, the sweatiest creature in showbiz, reminding you to subscribe to the Bald and the Beautiful podcast.

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on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you're listening right now. Support for normal gossip comes from Airbnb. I love Paris. Every time I visit, I'm thinking about the next time I'm going to be able to get back there. The museums, the architecture, the energy just strolling around the city. It's one of my very favorite places. And so, okay, maybe it was a little bit impulsive, but I'm very happy to report that I just booked my next trip to Paris this spring. And I cannot wait. And while I'm away wandering the neighborhoods of Paris, I've thought of hosting on Airbnb. That way, my place back home won't just sit empty while

I'm gone, and I can earn a little extra spending money for this, yes, slightly impulsive trip. Hosting's not just practical, it's also super flexible, since I can decide to turn it on or off based on my schedule. It just makes sense. Got a trip coming up? Your home might be worth more than you think. Find out how much at airbnb.ca slash host. Morgan, she's a journalist. She's an investigator. She watched a lot of Criminal Minds growing up, so she's prepared to do some like back

room dealing. Over the course of the week, she methodically works her way through every single member of the student newspaper under the guise of checking in as the incoming deputy editor. And somehow in every check-in conversation, she's like, remember that really nice couch that Grant had last year? It's such a shame that no one knows where it's at. Do you know where it's at? Luckily for her, everyone on the paper was obsessed with the couch, so they are all down

to muse about his current location. No one has seen Kobe's new place. And in fact, it's not until Morgan's third day of check-ins that she finds out that Kobe doesn't even have a new place. Instead, the copy chief tells Morgan that Kobe is apparently living with the managing editor of the shittier Arts and Culture magazine, the one that loved to publish unverified blind items about students on campus. What do you do with this information? I mean, I would just have a confrontation.

As you know, I love to fight. So, I mean, I would just like have a fight. Like, for me, from the beginning of this, the day that I asked Grant, can I have your couch when it's over, I would have a contract ratified. That's smart. I guess I would have a contract ratified. That's smart. I guess I would have to find now his roommate, this person who works at the Shittier Publication

if I don't wanna talk to him. She's not sure about Kobe's new boo. Morgan continues her little check-ins. She has a chat with the Features Editor to see if she can maybe find the address of Kobe's new girlfriend. Is she maybe considering some breaking and entering? It's not important.

And the future's editor doesn't know anything. On the last day of her check-in, she talks to Robbie, the paper's managing editor and her roommate. Now Morgan and Robbie have been best friends since freshman year when they bonded over their mutual love of true blood. She loves Robbie and that's why she saved the best conversation for last.

Robbie also got back into town a little bit later than everyone else, so this is really just their first time to chat. Robbie and Morgan are cooking dinner, Morgan's checking in, she's asking Robbie what his goals are for the paper this year, asking how he feels about the new crop of freshman reporters, asking how he thinks

this year's parties will measure up to last year's. There's no way they can be as good, right, because the couch isn't there. And then finally, Morgan's's. There's no way they can be as good, right? Because the couch isn't there. And then finally Morgan's like, there's no way the new editor-in-chief will have as comfortable the couch, what a shame. And then Robbie says something that surprises Morgan. He says, that fucking couch?

And Morgan's like, how can anyone have anything but positive things to say about this couch, it's perfect. Externally she says, oh, I didn't realize you didn't like the couch. And Robbie's like, I like the couch just fine, but my parents are really on my ass about it. And Morgan's like, what? Why? And that's when Robbie reveals that in the final weeks of the last school year, after Morgan had left campus, Kobe had somehow talked Robbie into storing the couch at Robbie's parents' house over the summer since Robbie lived a half hour away from campus.

How would you feel if you were Morgan? You finally located your white whale. What do you do? I would be so mad. I would, that would make me crazy. But what, oh, cause he's living with this girl so he couldn't bring the couch there. But he wanted to keep the couch? Morgan also feels crazy. Oh, because he's living with this girl, so he couldn't bring the couch there. But he wanted to keep the couch?

Morgan also feels crazy. Morgan feels like an idiot because this whole time, the couch has been right under her nose. She had never thought to ask Robbie about Kobe because Robbie has spent the last week bitching about Kobe on the editor's listserv. Kobe has not only somehow already missed a deadline, but he's refusing to answer texts, so Robbie has already had to find someone else to cover the junior girls handball game. Morgan's mind is spinning. She very quickly decides honesty is the best policy.

Robbie already seems pissed off, so he seems like an ally, and he's her roommate, so she would have to bring him into any planned couch stealing activities at some point. So she tells him the whole sordid tale, how Grant had promised her the couch, the dream she had of the couch, had she had chosen their apartment specifically because it was big enough to house the couch, and then how Grant had reneged on his promise before skipping town like a bandit in the night. And now Morgan says, well, now we have an incredible opportunity. And Robbie's like,

but what happens when Kobe wants his couch back? He's gonna get dumped. We all know that's gonna happen. Right. And Morgan's like, that's future Morgan's problem. Correct. Curran Morgan wants couch. Correct. And Robbie, Robbie is like most college-age kids and will do literally anything to get

his parents off his back. So they devise a heist. And by heist, I mean they rent a U-Haul and tell Robbie's parents that there's been a little miscommunication at the couch is actually hers and not Coby's. Do you see any problems with this plan? No. Robbie's parents don't give a single fuck. They're planning on buying a new car and want full use of their garage back.

So when Robbie and Morgan pull up in the U-Haul, Robbie's parents send them off with a couch, a six-pack of beer, and $50 in cash so they can get pizza that night. They're like, adios, muchachos, thank you so much. Morgan's just like a little bit nervous when they first get to Robbie's house because she's like, I haven't seen this couch in months. What if it's not as beautiful as I thought it was? What

if Kobe fucked something up when he moved it into storage? What if it's been, I don't know, taken over by termites? But then Robbie pulls the moving blanket off the couch and as soon as she sees it, she knows she had no reason to fear because the couch is still the most perfect shade of ultramarine blue that she has ever seen in her life. And that night as she's lying on her perfect blue couch under her big picture window with southern exposure, full of pizza and beer high on her heist, Morgan thinks life can't get any better than this. How are you feeling so far?

I'm very concerned about what is in the couch. Like I'm worried, like I'm scared about like what is in it spiritually. And then also, yeah. And then also like what is in it literally. For a whole semester, the couch is completely fine. Morgan's feeling incredible. So incredible that as weeks pass and Kobe never comes by to claim the couch or text Robbie about it,

Morgan starts telling people how she came by this couch. Oh my God. This is a rookie move. This happens all the time on Scamfluencers, where somebody will just start telling people what they did. Don't tell people that you did a crime. I can talk about how I would set the couch on fire, because I didn't set the couch on fire.

If I have set a couch on fire, I'm not gonna go on a podcast and be like, guess what I did? I set the couch on fire. Don't tell people when you did crime. Just do crime quietly. And you're right. And the thing is, at first, it's just close friends

because they noticed the couch in her place. And they're like, this is such a nice couch. You're not rich. Where did this come from? And Morgan's like, well. And then suddenly, somehow, the whole newspaper knows that she has the couch. Yeah, because all of her friends are professional gossips. Yes.

You think this is a smart idea? Seems like no. No, no, I think it's really dumb. Never tell a journalist anything. Except us. Oh yeah, no, tell me things. Yeah, obviously. I'm safe. But no, tell me things. Yeah. I'm about.

Obviously, I'm safe. But don't tell anybody else. Morgan might be concerned about this making its way back to Kobe, except no one on the paper has seen Kobe in months. Since he started hooking up with the art girly, he has completely abandoned his role on the newspaper. At one point, Morgan had to send a movie critic to cover the Women's Water Polo Tournament.

So everyone's pretty peeved at Kobe. And he seems to know this because he has fully stopped coming to parties. All of that changes though, at the beginning of the winter semester. Within a few days return on the campus after winter break, Morgan starts hearing rumors of the grapevine that Kobe got dumped by his girlfriend over Christmas That is confirmed when one day Kobe texts Robbie without acknowledging any of the many unanswered texts

Robbie had sent to Kobe over the past semester Kobe text Hey, dude Hope you had a good break. When can I come pick up my couch? What do you do? I say, what couch? And then I pretend like I have no idea what he's talking about for the rest of our lives. You and Morgan are on the same wavelength.

Okay. Robbie freaks the fuck out. Yeah. He's like, Morgan, what do we do? What do I tell him? And Morgan, well, Morgan, before anyone had ever heard the phrase, gaslight girl boss gatekeep is ready to do all three. Right. She tells Robbie, pull yourself together. And then she tells him to lie. Remember, she tells him you're in the right. That asshole

left a whole couch at your parents' house for months without a word or a storage fee. And Robbie's like, right, right, you're right, uh-huh. And he texts Kobe back like, I don't know, dude, I thought you picked it up from my parents' house months ago. Kobe's like, why would you think that? And Robbie's like, because I asked you to multiple times. Three dots appear, and then they disappear,

and then they reappear, and they finally disappear for good. Kobe seems to have gotten the message that he did fuck up in this regard. Morgan knows this isn't the last that they'll hear from Kobe. Everyone knows how much she loved that couch last year. If anyone was going to steal it, it would be her. Morgan is starting to feel an emotion familiar to any blabbermouth, which is regret. She is fairly certain that the people she knows wouldn't tell Kobe, but what if they told someone else who told Kobe? Yes.

We're almost at the end of the story. How are you feeling? I'm so stressed about what is inside the couch. I love that you're like, it's full of bed bugs. Like, I know, I don't even think it's bed bugs. I think there's like, he puts something in the pillow and I don't know why I'm just, there's something amiss. So Morgan starts whipping votes.

She calls everyone on the newspaper to ensure their loyalty to her. If Kobe comes asking about the couch, she's going conclave mode low key. She's like, I will control the narrative, which it turns out she was right to do because a few days later, Kobe texts Robbie and Morgan in a group chat,

like, I know you're keeping something for me, which is a very ominous message to send. I gotta say it's great, very, very spooky power move. I like it, I'm gonna start doing it. How would you respond? I would say, who is this? How'd you get this number? Over and over again. Even when they tell me who they are. Who? Who? Yeah.

We never met. Yeah. Robbie's like, I don't know what you're talking about. And Morgan's like, Kobe, we hooked up two years ago. Why are you so obsessed with me? Oh, that's right. Excellent.

Everybody in the story is nuts. Coby's like, quit bullshitting me. I know you have the couch. Morgan's like, prove it. And then she instructs Robbie to stop responding. Coby continues to harangue them. The newspaper receives an anonymous tip about an on-campus couch thief that everyone has a good time laughing about during that week's

close, which by the way is one of the roughest ones that Morgan has ever seen. The freshman reporters still haven't quite nailed the concept of like interviewing or semi-colons or punctuation in general. It's the kind of close where Morgan and Robbie and the rest of the editors are cracking open Mike's Hard Lemonade in the newspaper offices before proofreading even begins. And to top it off, the editor-in-chief can't host the clothes party that week because their parents are in town.

So Morgan and Robbie get roped into offering up their apartment at the last minute. So as soon as the paper is shipped, Morgan and Robbie run home to get ready. They started drinking early enough that they're both in great moods by the time the party officially starts, and they're importantly young enough

that Mike's Hard Lemonade doesn't give them an immediate hangover. So by the time it's in a full swing a few hours later, Morgan has basically all but forgotten about the improper punctuation she just had to deal with. And everyone's having a great time. They're all enjoying the Big Boot Couch. Someone brought edibles.

The beer pong game has just reached death match territory. And Morgan's favorite party song, Your Love Is My Drug by Kesha, has just come on. Jeez. And then a hush falls over the room. Just as Kesha is singing, "'Do I Make Your Heart Beat Like an 808 Drum' into the party walks none other than Kobe,

who was very much not invited. I would just start screaming. Like I would like full throated, like screaming, like there's a man in my house, like that, and just see what people do. Just cause chaos. Yeah. And then while everyone's panicking,

that's when I start the fire on the couch and then... Set the couch on fire. Yeah. Yeah. It's my plan for kind of everything. I got it. Yeah, clearly. I'm getting a theme.

Yeah. I just think most things can be solved by cleansing fire. That's all. You know, maybe a pyromaniac is calling you in a different life. I think so. But Morgan doesn't. Okay. Morgan doesn't even really have a chance to think of what she would do

because Kobe immediately just beeline towards her, shoves a bottle of two buck chuck at her as like a housewarming gift, and then says, I fucking knew you had my couch. Morgan starts like sputtering out a sentence that's halfway between I don't know what you're talking about and what are you doing here. But before she can get a fully coherent sentence out, Kobe storms across the apartment,

through the living room with the big picture window with Southern exposure, right with the big picture window with southern exposure Right past the big blue couch and right into Morgan's bedroom. What? So one thing I forgot to mention about Morgan Robbie's apartment is that Morgan has not just one couch But two couches she has a little floral padded love seat in a corner of her room And Morgan has had this since she was a child. So when she sees Kobe pointing at her love seat with this smug expression of triumph on his face, it takes a moment for her to comprehend what exactly is going

on here. And what exactly is happening is Kobe making a fool of himself because despite how adamant he was about the return of his couch, Kobe clearly has no idea what the couch that he owns looked like despite it being in his living room for a whole school year. And he thinks the literal patterned love seat is the couch? Why would he assume that one? Morgan starts laughing so loudly that everyone at the party who had been pretending not to watch this scene turns around and fully stops pretending to not watch this scene.

And through laughter, Morgan's like, Kobe, you're an idiot. And Kobe's like, and you're a thief. That's my couch. Morgan's like, I've had this love seat since I was a child. You can check the bottom of the cushion. It says property of Morgan in my childhood handwriting.

And so Kobe checks the bottom of the cushion and he's like, you planted that. You knew I was coming. And at this point, Morgan's head is just like starting to hurt from holding in her laughter as she just watches Kobe, like pull the love seat away from the wall, like, just inspect every single element of this loveseat to ascertain his ownership of it. And meanwhile, all of her friends have piled onto the actual couch in the living room so that Kobe

can see as little of it as possible. Robbie is hiding in a corner somewhere so that his face won't give it away. What do you do now? This man is adamant that this lovese is his. He needs to get out of the apartment ASAP. She, this is so stressful. Morgan is waiting for Kobe's attention to finally turn towards the couch that she actually did steal. But it never does, because Kobe is like dead set to write

that this loveseat is the missing couch in question, so much so that he refuses to leave until Morgan furnishes proof of her long time ownership of the loveseat, which she finally does after digging through like a photo album which contains a photo of her childhood bedroom that shows the loveseat. At this point, Morgan's like,

get the fuck out of my apartment, bozo. And Kobe looks a little mutinous. He looks like he's gonna put up a fight. But then other members of the newspaper start sort of like quietly chiming in, like, dude, come on, you're ruining the vibe. You're ruining the vibe. And in his heart, Kobe is a coward.

And so with the sort of mumble, this isn't the last you'll hear from me, he takes back his two buck chuck from Morgan and leaves the party. Satie, that's basically the end of our story. How are you feeling? Who do you think is the bigger criminal here? Morgan, who actually stole something,

or Kobe, who just sucked and has a really bad memory? You know how I feel about women's wrongs. I do. I love them. Honestly, if you can steal something like that from someone and get away with it, I don't think you're the criminal. And I think leaving a couch at your friend's parents' house

is crazy. For months. Too many degrees of separation. Yeah, outrageous. No, I hate Kobe so much. I thought you might. Well, I do have a couple of follow ups from my friend who submitted this story.

Do you want to hear them? Yes, yes, yes, yes. They wrote that around six months after Kobe did his big couch inspection, he was caught cheating on his new girlfriend with her best friend. And Morgan sends him one single text to the effect of,

heard you got caught banging so and so on a couch, too bad it wasn't your couch, which is in my living room you piece of shit. No jury would prosecute. Clean hit, clean hit. Yeah, I'm sorry, she's the president. Clean hit. Clean hit. Yeah. I'm sorry, she's the president. Madam President, we salute.

Yeah, she's the president. That's crazy. They also told us that the big, beautiful couch has remained an important part of the decor at the student newspaper, where now resides in the little office space where they are closing the newspaper. So now it is low key a biohazard. So the couch does end up becoming scary, which you expected from the beginning. Right, and see, this is why I said, burn it. Sachi, that's the end of our story.

That was- How do you feel? Horrifying. I like, I'm like, that makes me feel itchy. Like I don't like, I feel like he came to my apartment. I was actually, honestly, the whole time you were telling me that I was like, is he going to pee on the couch? I was so afraid of him peeing on the couch. Anytime there's like a story about a man in furniture, I'm like, what is he going to do?

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