Gold lamé. Handcuffs. Combat boots. Britney Spears.

Ken thought his senior project would be the ultimate coming-out moment… but his family still thought he was straight. 🫠

This week, he shares that wild story—and why coming out never really ends. Plus pop culture chaos, listener letters, and one grocery store fail that deserves jail time.

💌 Got chaos of your own? Work drama, dating disasters, family tension, or life’s big questions—Ken wants to help. Send your letters to kibf@bretzinshow.com for Ken It Be Fixed.

Listen now and show out!

Ken’s a chaos hurricane with a content calendar—and somehow, he keeps attracting grounded, snack-loving Tauruses. This week, he explores what that pattern might mean, whether you believe in astrology or not.

From a podcast rebrand spiral to emotional buffering from his best friend and husband (both Taurus, obviously), this episode dives into the value of opposites in friendship, love, and life. It’s not cosmic punishment—it’s cosmic collaboration.

👾 Also in this episode:

– Nintendo Switch 2 is out (Ken’s husband plays, Ken complains)

– Hunter Schafer as Zelda or Link? Both.

– Pacers in the finals? Ken has no clue what’s happening

– A “Redheads = Black people of white people” moment that made him log off permanently

– And a self-checkout rant you didn’t know you needed

✨ Whether you’re a sun/moon/rising girly or just someone trying to make sense of your people—this one’s for you.

📩 Have a story or mess that needs fixing? Submit now for next week’s “Ken It Be Fixed?”

Email: kibf@bretzinshow.com or DM @bretzinshow on IG.

I thought taking time off would feel like freedom.

Instead, I got Bravo marathons, a fainting spell, and the creeping realization that I had no idea who I was without work.

This episode isn’t about some magical transformation. It’s about what happens when you finally stop—and realize rest is a lot messier than you expected.

We’re talking burnout, identity unraveling, 13 medications, and why healing sometimes just looks like wandering around your house asking, “Am I… okay?”

Because sometimes rest doesn’t fix you. It just hands you a mirror—and a bunch of unsolicited thoughts.