Monday, April 25, 2005
Facing the demons
So I’m hanging out with some comics sometime last summer. We’re drinking beer, sharing stories, talking about how we got into comedy and why etc., and everyone agreed that there has to be a reason why someone would choose to express themselves through humor. Something painful, negative, and horrific had to occur in order for one to want to masochistically tell “jokes” to strangers for little or no money. So, they asked me, “Mindy, what’s your story, what’s your thing?” I quickly delved deep into my childhood hoping to stumble upon a dramatic and abusive memory, but I came up with nothing.
Nothing that is, until now. That’s right, now I know why I do comedy.
Now, I finally know.
This dress. This hot pink-skin tight-4 inch wide shoulders- dress that I wore to MULTIPLE Bar Mitzahs during my formative years (with dyed shoes to match) is why I ended up doing comedy.