STACY & MIA starts like the greatest party of your college life: it’s 3 am in a frat basement, the lights are engulfing you in a cloud of purple-tinted pot smoke, and the alcohol is slamming into your prefrontal cortex so hard that it feels like nothing exists outside of you and the attractive stranger you’re grinding with to “Pony” by Ginuwine on the impossibly sticky floor. But then - the attractive stranger becomes your roommate and that dark, cavernous basement becomes a stark, concrete dorm room. By the time the sun floods through your single window, what started out as non-committal fun has become something emotionally… sticky. When there aren’t even 120 square feet to go around, what could “boundaries” possibly look like? STACY & MIA asks whether it’s possible not to air your dirty laundry when you’re literally living in it.
