Brandi Glanville Unfiltered

Brandi finally has an answer. After three years of being told it was anxiety, stress, or all in her head, an ultrasound showed fluid on her brain — and suddenly every doctor who brushed her off had some explaining to do. She and James get into what those three years actually cost her: the appointments that went nowhere, the $7,000-a-week treatment her insurance barely dents, the creditors calling, and the GoFundMe her friend Gina set up because Brandi was too proud to ask. It's not all heavy. They also get into the Alex Earle family circus and whether they're the new Kardashians (Brandi has notes on the dad), plus a full Housewives autopsy — Julia's settlement money and the way she talks to people, Ashley Darby's boundary problem, and whether the "sisterhood" was ever real. Candid, funny, occasionally too honest. As usual. This week's episode is brought to you by AdultFriendFinder. Use Brandi's code for 20% off a new membership #ad

Brandi is flying solo and honestly thriving — James called out last minute claiming his phone got "hacked," and Brandi is not entirely convinced. No cohost means no interruptions, and she's making the most of it, starting with the Kim Zolciak headlines about her 15-year-old son and why everyone needs to wait for actual evidence before piling on a kid. Also on the agenda: Pumpkin's 8-year-old daughter getting rejected from private school over her mom's OnlyFans, the time Brandi punched a guy in a bar for grabbing her and Eddie finished the job in an elevator, a real Housewife's take on the "secret" housewives making millions online and still living in condos with bad blinds, why Brandi could never be an influencer, and the neighbor tree war that ended in the most awkward apology text of all time. It's messy, sassy, wildly unfiltered, and exactly the kind of spiral you come back for every week.

Brandi and James are back and completely unfiltered, kicking things off with the story Mason brought Brandi — a registered sex offender living just miles from the Kardashians in Hidden Hills. From there they spiral into all of it: whether James would get paid if an AI version of him started running around, Jax Taylor allegedly faking an entire Smart Water campaign, and Kenya Moore reportedly demanding hot tea and honey from a director mid-shoot. Plus Denise Richards gets real about her past marriage, NeNe Leakes' racism lawsuit and whether she'll ever return to Bravo, Matt Rife being crowned the new Dane Cook, and the celebrity comebacks and trainwrecks that had them both losing it. And yes — they finally address Brandi's now-viral wardrobe moment on the pod. It's messy, sassy, wildly unfiltered, and exactly the kind of spiral you come back for every week.

Brandi and James are back and getting into all of it — Shannon Beador being nothing like her on-camera self, the Tamra and Emily feud heating up with iHeart event bans, and why Brandi thinks reality TV kids like Grayson deserve way more protection than they get. Plus Sami Sheen ran into Mason at a club and it turns out their moms go way back, the two spiral into a full Google Docs battle over whether "conversationalist" is even a real word, and they might finally release the mic'd-up argument they never aired — if you hit 50 comments. It's messy, sassy, wildly unfiltered, and exactly the kind of spiral you come back for every week.

Brandi and James are back and Brandi is already in the news — her joke about being ashamed her kids don't do drugs apparently broke the internet, and she has exactly zero regrets about it. They break it all down, plus James drops the confession nobody asked for: he once hooked up with a TMZ paparazzi, and yes, the guy found him. Also on the agenda: Bethenny Frankel quietly quit her podcast and Brandi has thoughts, Lindsay Hubbard won an argument and then immediately lost it by bringing up the nanny, why middle-aged divorce is a terrible idea, Jussie Smollett's story still doesn't add up, and Brandi's drunk Lionel Richie encounter at Roku Sushi that you need to hear start to finish. It's messy, sassy, wildly unfiltered, and exactly the kind of spiral you come back for every week.