Smart, young, single and messy. It’s a genre that spans everything from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” to “Fleabag” to “Bridget Jones’s Diary” to “Chewing Gum” to “Broad City” to “Insecure” to the criminally underseen “Sort Of” and “We Are Lady Parts,” both of which were renewed for a second season earlier this year.
Joining that pantheon with well-earned confidence is “Everything’s Trash,” starring Phoebe Robinson as a Brooklyn podcaster whose foot takes up near-permanent residence in her mouth. But she has such a shrugging, good-natured attitude about it all — and she’s funny — that even when she tests the patience of those around her, no one’s holding a grudge for long.
The podcast is a framing device, much like Jerry’s stand-up on “Seinfeld,” with the bulk of each episode devoted to Phoebe-as-chaos-agent in her nonwork life. She has a boxful of bills that are past due, much to the consternation of her roommate (Moses Storm), and a bougie brother with political ambitions (Jordan Carlos) who may or may not see his campaign hampered by Phoebe’s disastrous instincts.
