Yesterday, I was planning on going to an open mic for the first time in AGES because my life finally has some structure again, and then I was randomly asked if I wanted to write about feminism and comedy and Amy Schumer for The Guardian's website. And I was like, “Yeah, I've always wanted to write one of those essays for The Guardian that makes people angry. Sure!”
So, I wrote an essay and they slapped some link-baity titles, subtitles and photos to it—and they changed the word “sketch” to “skit,” and anyway, here it is: my Guardian debut.
(I also think a shout out to @sarabenincasa is in order because she may have put me up to it.)