If binge‑listening were an Olympic sport, RedHanded would’ve single‑handedly carried me to gold.
I started listening on August 17th, 2025 — and from that moment, Hannah and Suruthi basically moved into my life. I woke up with them in my ears, folded laundry with them narrating grisly tales, cooked dinner while laughing at their razor‑sharp commentary, and even fell asleep to their voices like some true‑crime lullaby. They were with me at the gym too, which means they have now witnessed (and survived) my entire 50‑pound weight‑loss journey. Honestly, they deserve a medal for that alone.
Their chemistry is unreal: two women who are so smart, so funny, and so effortlessly engaging that I found myself saying “Hi Hannah! Hi Suruthi!” right back every time they introduced themselves. Yes, out loud. Yes, repeatedly. At some point they stopped feeling like hosts and started feeling like friends — the kind who know exactly how to balance dark subject matter with wit, empathy, and the kind of humor that makes you snort unattractively in public.
Over the months, I listened to nearly ten years of episodes. Every deep dive, every tangent, every perfectly timed joke. And now I’m fully caught up with their latest work, which feels a bit like finishing a great book and wanting to flip back to page one just to experience it all again.
If you’re looking for a podcast that’s brilliantly researched, wildly entertaining, and strangely comforting despite the subject matter, RedHanded is it. Hannah and Suruthi don’t just tell stories — they keep you company. They make you laugh. They make you think. And if you let them, they’ll walk with you through whatever chapter of life you’re in.
Five stars, obviously. And a bonus star for becoming my accidental besties.
