This is the latest installment of Chronic Gamer Girl, a perfectly bizarre web series from Broad City's Ilana Glazer. NSFW, as this episode starts out with Glazer naked (but with bars!), delivering a draft for your future daily affirmation: "Did you also know that 100 people within 10 square miles of where you are, right here, right now, would kill to fuck you? Yes, you, Chronic Gamer Girl viewer, you know it!" Hopefully we get more of these to tide us over until the return of Abbi and Ilana.
Here is Brain of Terror, a masterful comedy short by actress Kathreen Khavari, who plays 11 different characters contemplating their ethnic identity after a particularly rough Homeland binge. Beware the binge.
The VFiles, if you're not already familiar, is a cultishly beloved YouTube series that, as Adrian Chen wrote a few months back, "[does] to the fashion world what MTV did to music: smartly package the inscrutable culture and business of high fashion to make it fun for outsiders."
"WHAT THE F*SHION," a VFiles series by comedian Casey Jane Ellison (also responsible for "Status Update") riffs on fashion vloggers. Here's the finale. I would warn you that it's "weird," but it's far too late for that.
We've lost the Broad City broads to the end of Season One, but we've gained back Amy Schumer's Inside Amy Schumer for season two. You've prooobably seen that flawless "Compliments" sketch from the first season, and "I'm So Bad" continues on that particular brand of self-deprecation one-up(wo)manship quite well. Also in the ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-but-seriously genre: A Very Realistic Military Game.
I'm not walking around feeling black all the time. That would stress me out. It would make me crack. Some days I do feel that pressure of, "What do I mean as a black woman? What am I representing?" It honestly just gives me anxiety. Ultimately, when I deliver something, a lot of times it will be from a black woman's perspective, but other times it will be just from a satirical, goofy perspective. I'm a young correspondent, so sometimes I'm just young. Sometimes I'm just straightforward.
In my most feverish anxiety dreams, I'm at work facing a tribunal of scary bosses, not naked but totally bottomless, and somehow more-naked-than-naked as a result. For performance artist Adrienne Truscott, dreams like this are the stuff of inspiration. In her new solo show, "Adrienne Truscott's Asking for It! A one-lady rape about comedy starring her pussy…and little else!" Truscott wears a cropped denim jacket, boots, a wig, and, well, not much else.
The setting’s not within everyone’s comfort zone, but Truscott’s audience is in good hands. She’s a seasoned performer with a history of naked feminist shenanigans (notably as half of the Wau Wau Sisters) and her [...]