In this episode, we reflect on 90's nostalgia, yet again. But this time, shit gets real as we look back and discuss exactly how bad things really were! This hits hard for Carlos, especially, who proclaims yet another American pop icon as his personal Jesus Christ. Megan dissects the true puzzle pieces behind a fighter pilot's cockpit, the derailment of women's rights for our generation, and gets picked on a little less for her supporting arguments. Ryan remains in true form, picking on Megan for basically...all the things, identifies Carlos's ass as "nice," and all the meanwhile, earns yet another nickname proclaiming his role in Suburbia. In spite of Megan's attempt to set a podcast "agenda," classic Real Suburbia derailments ensue and a dumpster fire of personal stories, emotions, opinions, and epiphanies erupt in this latest episode. Keep it real, Real Suburbia Nation; because if you aren't making it happen, you've only got the three of us to rely on. Welcome to the Thunderdome! We hope you've got your helmet!!