Amy Schumer has been all over the place lately. It wasn’t after I found out that the show she’d been gifted by Comedy Central, Inside Amy Schumer, had exceptionally good ratings, or when a story she told that seemed to only be about a drunken college encounter with a man who basically fell asleep with his head inside her vagina turned into a surprisingly empowering speech about self-worth made her a headline on every pop culture website, OR even when I heard that she had written a movie with the help of non-other than Judd Apatow that I realized how famous she’d become…
It took my brother uttering her name at an early Mother’s Day celebration dinner for me to finally understand exactly how gigantically popular and successful Amy Schumer is. I can’t even escape Schumer when I’m spending time with my Mom and brother, two of the most outdoorsy, least TV-watching people who have always cared more about dehydrating papayas and getting a good deal at Goodwill than celebrities.
Like many of you, I first saw Amy in 2011 on the Roast of Charlie Sheen. I bought tickets to see her stand-up a few months later, and then again last year, in 2013 for a measly $30 a pop, and thank God, because those prices are about to skyrocket.
The venues will get bigger, but like the rest of today’s best female comics (Wanda Sykes, Sarah Silverman, Maria Bamford, Morgan Murphy, Chelsea Peretti e.g.), it’s unlikely that her ego will do the same. Their tortured souls keep them humble! Bahaha. (No seriously, clowns are the saddest humans.)
Trainwreck, starring her, LeBron James, Tilda Swinton and Brie Larson, hits theaters next summer.