Amy Schumer Packing on the Pounds Again
Photographed by Annie Leibovitz, Vogue, July 2016
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"I am very into making up my own rules," says Schumer, photographed in Fundamental Park. "I don't desire to play the game and succeed at information technology. I desire to redefine information technology." The Row leather coat. Jimmy Choo heels. Mode Editor: Tonne Goodman
With Within Amy Schumer in its fourth season (and funnier than ever), Madison Square Garden in her sights, and a memoir coming out next month, Amy Schumer continues to conquer America.
Teterboro Airport is located but twelve miles from midtown Manhattan in that uniquely unlovely part of New Bailiwick of jersey that gives the state a bad name. But it is the place one must become to if one is lucky enough or rich enough or famous plenty to fly private. On a Th forenoon in late April, I meet Amy Schumer and her entourage in a lounge there to board Schumer's rent-a-jet as she heads off on tour for the weekend, and as she walks through the entrance hall toward me to say howdy—in yoga pants, a plaid flannel shirt, and an orange ski hat—her younger sister, Kim Caramele, who is trailing backside her, peels off and takes a seat on a sofa far across the room. Schumer sits down facing me and and then of a sudden notices her sister in self-imposed exile. "Kimberly! It's weird for you to be sitting over there. We're not doing an interview." Kim walks over to introduce herself, and equally she is saying hello to me, Amy says, "Shut upwardly! I'm being interviewed!"
This reminds me of a famous Don Rickles gag. I night Rickles was having dinner in a swank eating house with a pretty lady when he ran into Frank Sinatra and persuaded him to come say hello to impress his date. "Hello, Don. How are you lot?" said Sinatra as he dutifully dropped by their tabular array, to which Rickles barked, "Can't y'all see I'one thousand eating, Frank?!" I bring this upwards to point out that, while the subject of much of Schumer's stand-upwards cloth is radically, shockingly modern, in some means she has more than in common with the comics of stand up-up's gold years than she does with those of her own generation. Indeed, but subsequently Joan Rivers'south expiry in 2014, Schumer gave a hilarious and moving speech in which she substantially said that Rivers was the reason she got into comedy. "I carried her with me for as long equally I tin can retrieve," she said that night onstage, choking up.
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Turns out, Schumer knows that Rivers was my friend for 25 years, and as shortly equally we go settled on the airplane, it'south the kickoff thing she mentions. "When I heard she had died, I was like, 'Well, that's not possible.' It actually fucked me up." Just then, our flight attendant, Sahel, comes over to tell Schumer that they take her favorite Chardonnay onboard. "This is not a Chardonnay kind of day for me," says Schumer, who has a nasty cold. I tell her virtually the fourth dimension Rivers was on an overnight flight, and as it was about to country, the flying attendant leaned downwardly to offer her breakfast. "Craven and eggs?" said Rivers. "On the same plate? What is that, the mother-daughter special?" Schumer lets out a big laugh, as it is archetype Joan but it is also a joke that could easily accept come from Schumer's brain. She is lightning fast and whip smart, a New York Jew with a copy of the Times tucked into her pocketbook. Her worldview is surprisingly broad for someone who has made a career out of playing "the drunk slut" for laughs and talks about her pussy so much that anyone is at present gratis to say that word on her network.
Despite the fact that Schumer'due south much-predictable memoir, The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo, for which she received a reported $9 one thousand thousand advance, comes out next month; and that her One-act Key show, Within Amy Schumer, has in its four seasons changed the game of telly and its rules (meet in a higher place); and that Trainwreck, the Judd Apatow–directed comedy that she wrote and starred in, catapulted her to the summit of Hollywood's A-listing, she is, above all else, a stand up-upward comic—arguably the near heady and successful ane working today. At the moment, she is in the midst of a six-week tour, filling 15,000-seat arenas, trying out new material and perfecting her act so that when she headlines Madison Square Garden for the first time, on June 23—the benchmark for whatsoever comedian who'south reached the big leagues—she volition be boxing-ready.
Schumer and I are sitting in plush leather seats facing each other. Kim, who is three and a half years younger and has brown curly pilus, is across the aisle. The sisters laugh at each other'due south jokes, bust each other's chops, and cease each other'due south sentences. They also write together: on Schumer's Television set bear witness (in whose skits Kim sometimes appears) and on screenplays, including the i written with Jennifer Lawrence that they promise to start shooting in the adjacent year. Indeed, Schumer and Lawrence will play sisters. (For the record, the near enviable girlmance in recent memory began when Amy posted a video of Jen talking about her on the red carpet. "I was just then excited that she knew who I was and liked me," says Amy. Jen saw the postal service, emailed Amy, and said, "Possibly we could work together." "That was all I needed: I just wrote six scenes and sent them.") Amy glances over at Kim, who is slumped down in her seat, looking like she'd rather be in bed. "Can I accept your scarf . . . " says Amy, "with_out_ your attitude?" Kim laughs and easily it over.
"I just realized I'thousand not wearing a bra nether my shirt, and it'south pulling, and I don't want to put on a show." She looks at me and leans closer. "I can tell yous're very attracted to me, and I don't want that to affect this interview." Kim is giggling nether the lid she has at present pulled downward over her head. "Making Kim laugh is the all-time matter in the earth," says Schumer.
Amy and Kim'due south older blood brother, Jason Stein, his wife, Cayce DuMont, and their ii-year-old daughter, Ida, are meeting us at our first stop, in Minneapolis. Jason is a jazz musician whose trio opens for Schumer. "Luckily they're talented," she says. "Because it could have been horrible. Merely to be able to take your blood brother and sister with you? It's the best. At that place's no course stardom between the three of us. When I started making a agglomeration of coin, basically they did besides."
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Similar other groundbreaking, idiot box show–creating, memoir-writing, film one-act–making funny ladies—Rivers, Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey—Schumer seems to be possessed of a superhuman work ethic. Over the course of the weekend, I will see her become into hair and makeup and perform every night; work on the rewrite of a screenplay with her sister for a mother-daughter activeness comedy starring Schumer and Goldie Hawn that is a month abroad from shooting in Hawaii; get together people in a hotel room in Minneapolis to spotter the premiere of Inside Amy Schumer; assemble people in a private room in Omaha for the premiere of her best friend Rachel Feinstein's stand-upwardly special, which Schumer produced; fine-melody her manuscript with her book amanuensis and editor. And that's just the work I was effectually to witness.
"I wouldn't know what motivates Tina Fey and Julia Louis-Dreyfus," says Schumer when I bring this up. "This clamorous drive. I have it besides. Sometimes I experience like they're hustling, they want something, and they're not going to stop until they get information technology, and they play the game. I am very into making up my own rules. Similar, I don't want to play the game and succeed at information technology. I want to redefine it. That's the only mode I tin can deal with it. Perhaps that's naive. "
Or mayhap not. One of the reasons her TV bear witness feels so fresh is that she hired writers with fiddling feel in telly. "I think that partly explains our success," she says, "considering they aren't seasoned sometime vets who take seen every joke in the globe. It was new to all of us." Much like South Park, Schumer fearlessly tackles taboo subjects like incest and actual excretions, except she's a person, non a cartoon. She also shows zero reverence for the Hollywood playbook and hates Los Angeles. "Living in New York, I don't accept to deal with that whole industry function of it. There'south no networking. I don't pretend to be nice." She stares at me for a 2nd, and you lot can see a punch line coming. "An agent called me the other day, probably to poach me, and he was like, 'Hullo!' And I was like, 'Why are yous calling me?' He made upwards some bullshit. 'I was just looking for an alibi to call yous!' And I was like, 'Well, information technology sounds similar you didn't find one.' "
I volition come up to learn that Amy Schumer cannot abide pointless, unproductive chitchat, which is why she can sometimes be direct to the point of near-rudeness. "I can't hibernate my feelings," she tells me. "I'1000 efficient. I've always been that mode." This would seem to exist a corollary to her weariness with people fussing over her with redundant kindnesses considering she is at present so famous; e.one thousand., the person who delivered coffee to her room coming back five minutes later with more creamer fifty-fifty though we didn't ask for more. ("So annoying," she says. "There isn't enough cream? There's two pitchers of it. We're not making a shake.")
It is as unself-consciously real an approach as one might look from someone who has arrived at such a vertiginous identify in our civilization, a celebrity whose every motility is existence documented and judged. It's probably why her one-act has continued with so many on such a deep level: Being blunt does not necessarily equate with being mean. To Schumer'south mind, it is the phoniness of snobby politeness that is the true bitch. "I think the reign of the mean girls is ending," she says. "I recall people are gravitating toward a more honest, more normal human." Likability has go something of a dingy give-and-take for modern-day feminists, as if a woman's daily routine should include being eternally vigilant about whether she presents as pleasant and appealing. Amy Schumer is not the to the lowest degree bit concerned with being likable, which, oddly plenty, has made millions honey her—although she does have more her fair share of haters and trolls, she says, by and large men who "don't like my disgusting feminism. The feedback that reaches me is so equal in appreciation and outrage that it doesn't experience overwhelming in either direction." Does it always get to you? "Some days it does. Some days at that place will be a bunch of Web sites dedicated to trying to get me to just shut my mouth, or I'll walk into a greenroom and someone had a extravaganza artist draw me and it's with a martini drinking glass, looking like a linebacker with Jay Leno'southward chin. That can become to me. I'one thousand not without that vulnerability."
We country in Minneapolis around 1:thirty p.m., just as the news is breaking that Prince has died, and suddenly everyone is staring into their phones, murmuring in a country of stunned atheism as we pile into several waiting SUVs. I get into a car with Kim and Amy that is being driven past an amiable human being named Izzy, who looks similar he could be part of Prince's entourage: conked hair, a gold band on every finger, huge black sunglasses. As we roll forth toward the hotel, Schumer is processing the news. "My manager is probably lying on the floor crying. He loved Prince more than his own children." And you? "I was ever a little confused near him. I was always similar, I don't sympathise why or what." Information technology makes perfect sense that she would be allowed to the Prince mystique; he was an unironic master of bamboozlement and obfuscation—her polar opposite. The car goes repose for a moment. "Izzy, were you a Prince fan?"
"I don't know if I'd say fan," he says. "I admired his music. I used to piece of work for him, and I estimate I shied abroad from him for about three or four years. Very unpredictable."
"I hear that," says Schumer. "I like people who are anticipated."
Just so Kim and Amy get distracted by something on Amy'south phone. "This is the best picture show I've e'er seen," says Kim. They are looking at a photograph of their 66-year-erstwhile begetter, Gordon, who was diagnosed with MS when he was 39 and has been in an assisted-intendance facility for 7 years. The alcoholic, fight-picking father character played by Colin Quinn in Trainwreck isn't just loosely based on their dad: Information technology is their dad. ("It'due south all true, except my dad isn't a racist," says Schumer.) "He's moving to, like, a fancy facility today," Amy says. Bizarrely enough, a woman with MS saw Trainwreck and continued the family with a doctor who does stem-cell research. "And then this is my assistant, with our dad, moving." Schumer stares at the moving-picture show of her father in a wheelchair in the dorsum of a van. "How is it that Prince is dead and Dad is still alive?"
That night, we head to the Target Center, where Schumer will be performing. Beyond the street, there are hundreds of mourning Prince fans in front of Beginning Artery, the lodge where Purple Rain was filmed. (The oversupply will grow to thousands, requiring the states to accept a police force escort back to the hotel.) We all hang out in Schumer'due south dressing room: her brother and sis; Mike Berkowitz, one of her agents; and Isaac Witty, a comedian she has known for a dozen years, who is opening for her tonight. Schumer has decided to admit Prince'southward death with 1 simple gesture: pouring a piffling bit of wine out onstage at the top of her set. "I'm not going to practise, like, the too-soon Prince joke," she says.
Schumer is pacing effectually, grazing on sliced turkey and crackers, while she and Witty reminisce. Listening to them I am reminded of the fact that when comedians assemble they can be brutal, every bit if life were a moving roast. To the unitiated, it may seem cruel, only it's really the perverse way comics limited their amore for one another. They wind up talking about a common comedian friend named Joe, whom Schumer calls "the shoulderless worm." "Nikki dated him for a while, and she described having sex with him as like having a piece of grilled chicken flop effectually on height of y'all." Witty is in stitches. "Those were not her words," says Schumer, "but that'due south what I was left with." When the laughing stops, Schumer says to no one in particular, "Love that guy, though."
Her hair and makeup are done, simply she is but partially dressed for the show, however wearing Isabel Marant "snow boots." "There's a wedge, then information technology's not like I'chiliad not wearing heels," she says. And the dress? "Someone packs me. I would non know how to do this. But information technology's usually a clothes." She rolls her optics. "I'm hearing myself talk and I'thou like: Who cares? I'm but imagining you guys listening to it." And then in a bored deadpan: "Sometimes I wear pants."
Like politicians, comedians are notoriously unstylish, generally because caring near style is a give-away for taking oneself too seriously, which is totally not funny. Indeed, some of Schumer's new fabric is about making fun of how she dresses. She flashes paparazzi pictures on the behemothic screens of herself and Kim on New York streets. "It looks like nosotros're women who were told, 'You tin't stay at the shelter anymore.' Just they write almost u.s. as if we're glamorous celebrities, similar, 'Schumer today opted for performance fleece.' And my favorite ever was 'Schumer, wearing a Forever 21 pleather jacket.' "
She's nonplussed with the thought of fashion in general. "I don't think it'due south stupid; at that place's no moral reasoning," she tells me i day on the aeroplane. "Information technology's merely not my thing." She gestures toward her yoga pants and navy-blue puffer. "I but have this sense of entitlement that I should be able to experience comfortable at all times, like I could go to bed at any moment in what I'm wearing." Perhaps that is why she was apprehensive almost the idea of being in Vogue. "I retrieve that in that location'southward a misconception in fashion that everybody wants in." She laughs. "I am very happy to remain out." After, while driving along in a car, she comes up with the line "my Vogue not-fitting" and cracks herself up. "I felt like I was in an internment campsite," she says, and so shows me a motion-picture show of herself in a glittering floor-length dress. "Look at my face!" She looks like a woman who has just been seated on a jury for a murder trial. "That should be the cover."
For Schumer, way goes correct to the heart of the likability mishegoss. I of Schumer's funniest sketches is nearly shopping when you lot're non a sample size. She lost weight for Trainwreck simply has sworn she'll never proceed a nutrition again. In her deed, she jokes near how if yous're a adult female in Hollywood who weighs more than 140 pounds, information technology, "like, hurts people's eyes." Women'southward existence judged on how they present themselves lonely is i of those issues that have endeared her to Hillary Clinton. Schumer is with her: an unequivocal supporter. ("She does all this fucking work," she says, "and she'south just trying to exercise skillful, and people are like, Pearls? To that event?") Indeed, Schumer seems to have fully embraced the idea that she can be an activist and still exist funny. Subsequently two people were killed by a gunman at a Trainwreck screening, she publicly stood by her cousin Senator Chuck Schumer in his quest for stricter gun legislation. And at present she does a long, risky flake onstage about gun command that manages to be both raucously funny and deadly serious. It drives some of the audience members in the red states into a barely contained fury. In fact, in Minneapolis two people in the third row were thrown out because they veered from heckling to menacing. "Oh, no," she says onstage. "You lot seem great. You should get all the guns."
While most of Schumer's jokes are not overtly political, her material is, nevertheless, shot through with feminist frustration and liberal incredulity. "I have this innate need to say things that I call up are of import for people to hear," she tells me. "And I can't stand injustice, so even if it makes people uncomfortable, I'm not afraid enough of conflict to go on my mouth shut." Even her choice to join the cast of the upcoming film Thank Y'all for Your Service, with Miles Teller, which follows a group of returning U.S. soldiers struggling with PTSD, reflects her involvement in engaging with current events. Her Tv prove takes upwards hot-button social issues like campus rape with jaw-dropping sangfroid, which is why Within Amy Schumer won a Peabody Award last yr. "I didn't even know what that was," says Schumer onstage. "I have a lower-back tattoo and I am from Long Island. I don't think that I'm classy and absurd. I promise y'all. . . . Just this award is for people in the media who make a difference. And anybody else who was there was, similar, a documentary on the Ebola fighters, or a documentary on Malala. And and so our prove."
This is, of course, what has endeared her to Hillary. Schumer plays me a voice-mail service message from the presidential candidate, and I'm struck by the line "And I meant what I said last night: You lot brand me laugh and yous make me think. . . ."
If our likely futurity lady leader merely knew the half of information technology. Schumer recently moved into a rather g rental on the Upper Westward Side. Non long after, her friend Rachel Feinstein broke upwardly with her swain, and Schumer insisted she movement in. No one should be the least bit surprised past that new sitcom about a pair of Jewish girl comedians living together in a fancy edifice in Manhattan with a chandelier in every room. ("We'll either get smashed," says Rachel, "or drink Sleepytime tea and sentry a documentary most the Roosevelts.") Rachel, who is opening for Amy in Iowa Urban center and Omaha, tells me about "this little Hillary Clinton doll" that Schumer has. "It'due south so beautiful. She has a blue pantsuit on, and Amy walks her through the house."
Schumer does a whole bit well-nigh Hillary in her deed, and when I ask her if it's based in reality she says, "The story that I tell onstage is mixing up 2 interactions, but that really did happen at her altogether." As the party was coming to an end, Schumer leaned in shut to Hillary'due south face and said in a fake-sincere whisper. "Do you want to go coffee tomorrow?" Hillary froze. And so it dawned on her that Schumer was kidding, and the two women roared with laughter.
Schumer says of her young man
At 35, Schumer is a millennial, which is to say she grew up with the peculiar obsession with "hotness" as a measure of a woman's worth. The hookup culture may have been in her rearview mirror by the time she hit her 20s, simply as nosotros know, objects in that mirror are closer than they appear. One evening in Schumer's hotel room in Omaha, we become to talking virtually her sex life. "I was always boy crazy, but I wasn't promiscuous," she says. Her best friends were mostly Catholic-school girls with bad reputations. "They were acting out sexually years earlier me. I loved being around that, simply I didn't accept sexual practice until I was seventeen. And I didn't give a blow job until I was well into college." She lets out a chortle. "I'chiliad sure I had some sort of dick in my mouth, but I wasn't performing sex activity acts until later."
It wasn't as if she didn't appoint with boys. "I grew upwards comedy crazy," she says. "And none of my girlfriends were, and so I gravitated toward certain boys. We all loved the Jerky Boys and making prank phone calls and SNL. Information technology was the same thing with hip-hop. I loved rap because of the economy of linguistic communication and those fast insults, playing off each other."
In 1999, she packed off to Towson University, exterior Baltimore, a rowdy state schoolhouse of 18,000 that regularly shows up in rankings of "hottest college girls." "I lost all my self-esteem freshman year," she says. "I retrieve I was maybe in the twenty-fifth percentile in hotness." She laughs. "And and then in my sophomore year, I probably had sex with six guys, and I was like, Perchance I'm like Samantha in Sex and the Metropolis and I'll only go along this train movin' so that I don't get attached to anybody." She stares at me with large optics in mock atheism. "And you lot won't believe this, but that did not work out. Merely I ever thought that sex was funny. I was always interested in it.'"
Her starting time endeavour at stand up-up was on a whim in 2003, when she was 22. "It was at the old Gotham on Twenty-second Street. It was a bringer. I brought four people, including my mom. I only thought, like every other asshole, I could kind of, like, maybe exercise this. I had a couple hours to come up with a set. I did vii minutes." And at some point along the mode on her steady thirteen-twelvemonth climb to headlining the Garden, she figured out who to exist onstage. "It's a really disgusting part of comedy: Y'all need to do so much piece of work and be so funny, aaaand you too need to understand who you lot are to people. I didn't really remember seeing that many women talk almost sexual practice in stand up-up. Of grade they accept. Joan was doing it before anyone else on television. Simply I was similar, I'll be that."
By adopting the persona of the girl she was never comfortable being in college, the "drunkard slut" (mayhap most notably in Trainwreck), she has made herself very rich and famous. When I ask her how she is treatment it all, she answers with a joke from her friend Chris Rock: "He says that women go used to shit fast. The first fourth dimension he walked into a Ritz-Carlton with his married woman, she was like, 'Oh, my God, look at the art. Ooooooh, a marble bathroom.' And like a one-half hour later she's screaming into the telephone, 'Cinnamon toast!' " She laughs. "I feel a piddling bit like that." With success and its demanding schedule has likewise come up the demand to take better care of herself. I was surprised to learn that she is a devoted practitioner of TM, avails herself of weekly acupuncture sessions, doesn't touch caffeine, juices every forenoon, and enforces a prayer circumvolve with her family unit and crew before each show. She is also seriously involved with Ben Hanisch, a 29-yr-old furniture designer from Chicago. "We're in love," she says. "And we're still in full honeymoon phase. It's a real relationship. Who knows what will happen, but we're real skillful correct at present."
One day in Cedar Rapids, Schumer invites me to sit in on a screenwriting session. When I arrive, she and Kim accept matching laptops in front of them and are reworking scenes from the Goldie Hawn movie. Directed past Jonathan Levine (Warm Bodies), information technology comes out in 2017. "Goldie'southward 1 of my complete heroes," says Schumer. "Did you always read her book, A Lotus Grows in the Mud? It's so good. It's gotten me through a lot of crude moments." Thanks mostly to Private Benjamin, which Hawn not only starred in merely produced, the actress has become a hero for funny women who create their own material. "I did it considering I believed in something, not because I believed in myself," says Hawn. "I did have ideas and social commentary that I thought were important to put along, in a style that people could laugh at, but as well think about. I think that's sort of the nature of Amy. She'south got a lot to say: Through her comedy she talks very deeply about society, well-nigh relationships; she actually looks at the applesauce of it all and the obstacles that nosotros face."
Amy and Kim are eating room-service bibimbap and batting around lines. "Life is as well short to waste on books." "Trip the light fantastic toe like life is too brusque." The last one is the ane-sentence version of something Schumer said to me earlier in response to my proffer that, different most comics, she's an optimist, albeit one given to apocalyptic thinking. "I wrote near this in the book," she says. "My dad, he shit himself in an amusement park during the early stages of MS. And it was such a horrible feel to be twelve and to be standing there and my dad suddenly is not wearing pants. Just in our family we die laughing about it because it'south so awful that it'due south funny. I just want to go absolutely everything out of life, simply I wouldn't be surprised if I wound upwardly paralyzed."
Here we come up to the age-one-time question: Where does the funny come from? Is information technology necessarily built-in out of a messy, difficult babyhood? Amy and Kim'southward mother, Sandy, grew up outside Cincinnati and converted to Judaism before marrying her first husband, David Stein, Jason's male parent. Afterward the marriage concluded, she went to work for Gordon Schumer's company, Lewis of London, a loftier-end baby-furniture store in Manhattan, and they soon got married. Amy and Kim were twelve and nine when their parents divorced, which was right effectually the same fourth dimension Gordon was diagnosed with MS.
"Nosotros moved so much when nosotros were immature," says Amy. "The other day Kim and I were like, 'Were we maybe . . . squatters?' " Kim laughs. At that place were other things they did non sympathize until they were older. "I can only speak for myself," says Amy. "I experienced him equally a really adept dad. He would tuck me in a lot, sing Sinatra to me, come up to all my volleyball games. But nosotros didn't realize that he was a flagrant alcoholic. I have a joke about information technology in Trainwreck where I say, 'He once apologized to me for missing a volleyball game that he was at.' He'd drive us home and not recollect the next solar day. Then our mom dealt with that whole insane thing. He'd never admit to adulterous on her, but we tin can but imagine."
The sisters kickoff laughing. "They haven't been together for 20 years," says Amy. "And then recently he said, 'I want to become back together with your mom.' And she even so has some anger. I wanted to be similar, 'Dad, you lot know, follow your heart.' "
Kim, who is cracking upward, says, "Go to her." "Dad, a no is just a yep wearing a costume." They are both in stitches. "Fight for her!"
Schumer'south childhood has clearly provided some of her all-time material. "I was funny before the bad stuff started happening," she says. "Then funny became my defense mechanism. It was 24-hour one-act boot camp in our house. The insults—Bam! Pow! Information technology's like this superpower that I developed over time, but for really distressing reasons."
Superheroes oftentimes develop their superpowers because of childhood trauma. Information technology's no revelation, therefore, that Schumer's memoir is funny. Simply what is surprising is how well written and deeply engaging it is, whether she's describing a night of sexual carelessness ("My But One-Night Stand") or a summer spent volunteering at a camp for people with special needs. Reading it, I was struck by how much the person on the page corresponds to the person I got to know: abrupt, vulgar, dauntless, sweet, vulnerable, impatient, and brutally honest. It reminded me of something she told me about writing Trainwreck: "It was no more difficult for me to write it than it was to take a await at myself and realize that I wasn't OK. But as well, there was no struggle in exposing that part of myself."
Schumer kept a diary from twelve to 22 and over the years has written essays and speeches, but she had no idea if she could write a book until she sent out her proposal. "The response from editors was positive in a way that . . . information technology was just and then. . . . I was like, I tin do this! It really gave me confidence. And I really care most how good it is."
For someone with such a scorched-earth policy toward landing the joke, a comic for whom nothing is off-limits, the one thing that she is protective near is her family. She sent her mother every word that's written well-nigh her in the volume. "Aforementioned with jokes. If I am going to tell a joke about my boyfriend or his mom, I'll make sure that they're OK with it. I'g not similar Nora Ephron—everything'due south re-create. For me, everything'due south re-create if friends and family unit approve."
On the plane ride back to New York on Sunday morning, half of Schumer's entourage has scattered to the winds, and the airplane feels empty. Where'southward Kim? She had to become to Chicago to run across her hubby, says Schumer. Everyone sits quietly for a moment every bit the airplane taxis to the runway. "I'thousand and so bellyaching," she says. "I can't bribe Kim to come on bout with me adjacent weekend. She used to practise anything for $100." As the pilot plunges the throttle forward, Amy Schumer, whose tolerance for risk is higher than about, makes everyone concur hands until the wheels are upwards. And then she says: "Safe."
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