Family members make several appearances, mostly so that Handler can grill her dad, a former used-car salesman, about her upbringing, his various prejudices, and his sexual proclivities.
Handler grew up the daughter of a Jewish father and a Mormon mother.
Yet here are the supplies, and scattered around are photos: a black-and-white one of Handler at dinner with BFFs Sandra Bullock and Mary Mc Cormack, another of a younger Chelsea holding a cigarette and standing leapfrog-style over a friend. This impression Handler gives of going off-script, or of never having one to begin with, is what draws fans to her. The overlap in that Venn diagram seems to be exactly where Handler wants her comedy to be.
I was fucked-up stoned one night in my room, and I was like” — fake-slurring — “‘I’m going get all these pictures together.’ I still don’t know what the fuck to do. The 40-year-old comedian has a lot of them, some dating back to high school and others more recent: Sarah Silverman, Jennifer Aniston, Gwyneth Paltrow. She doesn’t run an organization to inspire young girls (like Amy Poehler). From 2007 until 2014, she brought a shambolic but candid approach to late night, curling up on a chair opposite her guest and casually maneuvering her way to the gossip that mattered, sometimes surprising them with her forthrightness.
These days, though, making people laugh is not necessarily enough, and even the term p.c. Lately, there’s room — arguably, a lot of room — for earnestness in comedy, especially among the critical darlings.
Aziz Ansari grapples with taking his immigrant parents for granted in his Netflix series Master of None. occasionally makes being a middle-aged white guy feel profound.
She’s invited me to join her poolside on more comfortable wicker furniture, and she sits with her knees pulled to her chest.
The camel-colored dining chairs are covered in some type of coarse hair that feels poky when you sit on them. “My whole fucking house is controlled by an i Pad, and I can barely turn on the TV.” (She addresses this in the series’ tech installment, “Chelsea Does Silicon Valley.”) Several segments of each hour-ish-long documentary unfold here, with Chunk and Tammy, her loyal part–chow chow companions, perambulating in the background, observing their owner, much like they do now.
“No, I’ve been working on that scrapbook for almost a year and a half. She specializes in sexual braggadocio and is unafraid of being mean, which brings her public persona closer to that of Howard Stern than Gloria Steinem. “You look at somebody’s body of work rather than listening to them talk about it.” As for hers: Handler has filled five best-selling books with confessions that most people would prefer to censor, whether it’s her extreme fascination with little people or her unapologetic love of alcohol.
“That sounds stupid to me.” The former host of Chelsea Lately is not one for trends, even those that align with her feminist impulses. “I like to be involved with anything that supports women, but I think, like, actions speak louder,” she says.
Schumer imbues nearly all of her show’s sketches with straightforward feminism. So it’s probably no coincidence that after eight years of working on her E!
late-night show, Handler was ready to tackle her most ambitious, socially aware project to date, even if she can’t refrain from delivering a few what did she just say? “I think it’s just responsible, as an entertainer,” says Handler.