I’m usually ambivalent about live stand-up, but I recently caught comic Amy Schumer on tour promoting the second season of her funnyfeminist show Inside Amy Schumer. I’ve posted my affection for Inside Amy Schumer before so I needn’t take you on a redundant stroll down pussy power lane. My esteem for her only intensified when she snatched the spotlight from those other twats on Girls this season. I enjoyed her stand-up less. Inside Amy Schumer inverts sexism in a manner that exposes the utter absurdity. Amy Schumer the stand-up comic falls short on completing the flip. For example, she asserts (the obvious) women have a fuckability shelf-life, that after a certain age society sends them out to sea on a rudimentary raft for a viking’s funeral. The punchline: men have no fuckability shelf-life. Men are apparently fuckable to the day they die. Even if that were actually true, which it isn’t entirely, stating our collective indoctrinated gender stereotypes without subversion isn’t particularly funny. Unless you are a guy. The guy behind me was cracking up with a sense of optimistic superiority throughout the show (continuous dork laughing is just one of the problems with live stand-up). If Schumer did her job properly, he’d be feeling like an asshole and my pussy would feel damn empowered. The big takeaway wasn’t pussy empowerment, it was learning that a “Cherry Sundae” is when you “bust on a girl’s face and then punch her in the nose.”
Even though I laughed, I left depressed.