Just a few, short months ago, I paid $80 to sit a mile away from Amy Schumer and listen to her standup comedy, while assuming the tiny ant-sized body below was actually the comedienne I was obsessed with. I struggled to find anyone to see her with me, because no one knew who she was.
Now, my girl is everywhere, and everything. I don’t know what kind of PR agent she has, but he or she is brilliant, because suddenly, she’s getting the attention she deserves as a comedic genius. Although I’m feeling sort of like a comedy hipster, I’m happy to see my love in the spotlight, as it gives us pieces of comedy gold like this.
What? Am I driving a school bus home?