Hate Factory is like that pajama party gone bad—you know the one. It starts out innocently enough with hair braiding and prank calls. Then, a few hours after the lights go out, your underwear is in the freezer, your hand is in a glass of warm water, and the pizza delivery guy’s been duct-taped to your dad’s La-Z-Boy. And while you may end up spending your next month’s allowance on a cleaning service and tips for the pizza guy, you’re happy as hell to be invited just the same. Continue reading Episode 10: Hate Factory, part 2 →

A pair of lady roommates strumming ukuleles and harmonizing sweetly on neo-1930s love songs—what could be more innocent than that? As it turns out, pretty much anything. Don’t be fooled by the doe eyes. Hate Factory turned out to be our girls-gone-wildest ride yet. But then again what do you expect from a back seat full of girls who subscribe to the bonobo school of conflict resolution? Continue reading Episode 10: Hate Factory, Part 1 →