So for those of you not in New York City, you may not know about this poster making a cameo in almost every subway station in NYC. Amy Schumer is a super funny comedienne whose show Inside Amy Schumer is a runaway hit on Comedy Central. The show is a mix of stand up and sketch and it’s awesome. Her second season is themed around the slogan, “Hot Mess,” coincidentally what we titled our show 4 years ago. Whaddyaknow!
Many of our loyal fans have snapped pics and tweeted this poster at us as a warning, or just with an “FYIIIII!” While we are so flattered and heart-warmed that your loyalty rivals that of feisty terrier, we want everyone to know that we’re cool with it. We’re excited about it. Much like my blog from 3 years about Lena Dunham’s Girls; while it may seem like someone is stealing our thunder, they’re actually feeding our fire.
“This is just a case of slut shaming… this slut is not ashamed” -Amy Schumer
The phrase “Hot Mess” has become this whole thing, and our opinion, a whole brand of comedy. A new space in TV and film carved out by Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Kristen Wigg, Julia Louise Dryfus, Lena Dunham, and now Amy Schumer. It’s all about celebrating humiliation like it’s an Olympic sport. Mary Millikan explains the phenomenon here.
If we’re getting down to the nitty gritty, I would say that a slew of female comediennes: Paula Poundstone, Jeanine Garafolo, Lizz Winstead, and Margaret Cho to name only a few–have been getting laughs with a TMI for years.
To be honest I’m just stoked that 4 years ago I named my show after a pop culture reference that’s still relevant. Heyo!
So here is what I’ll say. If you’re as bummed as we are that our HOT MESS isn’t getting ad campaigns in the subway like Amy Schumer or Girls, more power to ya. We’re super flattered. But all these shows are not mutually exclusive because they star ladies and celebrate a wardrobe malfunction like it’s triple axel. Mary Tyler Moore and I Love Lucy aren’t mutually exclusive because they both made great “Ooops” faces.
We’re all just part of the same great era in female comedy, that I hope history books will dub the “Hot Mess Years.”
So the next time you see the poster for another show using the phrase “hot mess,” instead of getting frustrated on our behalf, share your favorite HOT MESS episode on your Facebook wall (whether it’s in protest or support; we’ll take what we can get). And after you do that? Allow me to recommend Inside Amy Schumer every Tuesday 10:30 Eastern, 9:30 Central.
So, a woman in Iceland accidentally joined her own search party. We think this is amazing. It happened in 2012, but it’s news for us, and we love it.
A friend shared it on Facebook from a Deathandtaxes.com post.
“Toronto Sun reports that a tourist group traveling by bus to the volcanic Eldgja canyon made a pit stop near the canyon park. The woman in question went inside to freshen up and change her clothes at the rest stop, and when she came back “her busmates didn’t recognize her.”
Word spread among the group of a missing passenger, and the woman didn’t recognize the description of herself. Next thing you know, a 50-person search party was canvassing the area, and the coast guard was mobilizing to deploy a search party of its own.
About 3am, some genius in the group finally figured out that the missing woman was actually in the search party, albeit in different clothes, and the search was called off.
No word on what kind of wardrobe change was involved in this woman’s “freshening up.” But her sense of self-image must be way out of whack to join a search party until 3am without even suspecting for a minute that the woman in the description bore some resemblance to herself.”
We also verified in USA today:
“About 50 people participated in the search – including the clueless woman, who apparently was unrecognized by the driver and her fellow passengers because she’d changed her clothes and “freshened up” before reboarding the bus. To make matters more surreal, she had even taken part in the search, without realizing at first that she was the one people were looking for,” notes the Reykjavik Grapevine. ”Eventually, it occurred to her that she could very well be the ‘missing person’ being described, and reported the matter to the police. The search was called off shortly thereafter.” – USA TODAY- Travel
We’d love to make this into episode, as the scenes of her sincerely and earnestly looking for herself would be hilarious. We’re just sad there is not a transcript of the confession to the police where she had to explain that she was in fact the lost party. And, that awkward bus ride home when everyone on the bus had to explain that without brushed hair and makeup, she was unrecognizable.
You know when you find a weird, cool item in a bargain bin, or a thrift store; wear it out, get tons of compliments and the realize you’re wearing it backwards, upside down, inside out, or just on the wrong part of your body? We love this phenomena, and turns our we’re not the only ones…
“It’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
― Marilyn Monroe
This is one our of favorite quotes and the motto of Christina Mannino, a NYC-based designer. Her line, DEIVIE , is a womenswear & accessories label for the stylish social maven. (It’s pronounced “DAVEY” like Davy Crockett) Not a man of the wild a frontier, but a spunky blond with a keen eye, a sharp wit and an uncanny ability to make vinyl glamorous. ”BE ELECTRIC,”she declares. “With a penchant for making a statement, DEIVIE combines the glamour of classic Hollywood with the playful, girlish spirit in every woman in its collection of whimsical and stand-out looks.”
This lady is going places. Keep an eye out for her. We got a sneak peak at her upcoming line, and her scripted bags, dresses and tops (with hilarious, broken-hearted notes to a jerky ex-boyfriend spelled out across them) had us in stitches. Pun Intended.
(pun credit: Cheri Paige Fogleman)
Her clothes are amazing and deserve a Fashion Week runway and a cast of models that won’t forget to wear a nude thong or eat a burrito before a photo shoot. But until then, she’s got us. We met Christina, and stoked about her brazen irreverence in fashion, decided we should pair up for Fashion Week. Christina styled us in her own clothes along with a few random other items to WEAR IT WRONG. With the help of photographer, David Lang, and Photo Editor, Flo Ko, we present:
THE HOT MESS DEIVIE Fashion Week spread.
Some of our fav quotes from Christina’s blog are:
AMY: Cross body, worn as a fanny pack
CHERI: Sequin Pants worn as a jump Suit
MARY: Vintage Clutch worn as a hat
MOLLY: Sequined Vest worn as waistcoat
JULIA: Baguette Bags worn as epaulettes (our personal fav)
See some snapshots from her post below included description of all the looks. Click on the images to read the whole post.
And on a final note…
In honor of Fruit Flies, an episode that chronicles an epic night at a gay club (which comes out remastered this Wednesday!) I wanted to write an ode to the gay men in my life that have in many ways made me the Hot Mess I am today.
Over the years, I have had many comically tragic encounters involving gay men. There was that time at church camp where I thought this boy was going to take me off into the woods and kiss me. He stopped on a grassy knoll and looked me in the eye and said, “I have something to tell you.” I assumed the next line was going to be “I’m in love with you” because I was 13 and had watched enough Lifetime movies to know how this works. Instead he said “I think I’m gay. I just thought you’d be a good person to tell.” And thus my relationship with gay men began.
Freshman year I was on the verge of in school suspension due to my tardiness to first period. My cute Spanish Teacher, who was constantly quoting Mariah Carey, felt bad but warned me the next time would be it. Well that very Monday I was in fact late BUT I had just seen the same teacher in a coffee shop called The Rainbow Cafe the weekend prior. He seemed VERY uncomfortable to see me there and low and behold I never got that suspension slip. Apparently he was in the closet and felt it better to screw school policy to buy my silence. It was never discussed but after about 5 more latenesses and a few winks, I realized I had accidentally blackmailed my gay homeroom teacher.
I was a late bloomer in high school and the first men to make me feel pretty or confident were gay. Straight boys didn’t really give me and my bodacious b cups the time of day, but gay men were the first boys to tell me I was attractive. They encouraged my sexuality and self worth. I often had more chemistry with my gay friends then I did my fellow ladies. Perhaps it was because we shared a bond about overcoming social obstacles; them being gay in middle America and me being a village idiot constantly losing my keys, purse, or car. (I admit the whole gay thing is a bit larger in scope) Anyway, gay men were the first of my friends to laugh and celebrate my ridiculous stories. They taught me to own it. And that life lesson ultimately led to the idea for HOT MESS.
After we wrapped shooting Fruit Flies, a 13 hour day, I was filthy, tired, and covered in fake vomit. I had a garbage bag in one hand and the filth left by our drunk extras in the other. I looked up on the stage and there were 4 of my most beloved gay men, all completely drunk on the cheap vodka we served as craft services, belting out show tunes. Our eyes met and they serenaded me at the top of their lungs to I believe the climax of Suddenly Seymour. The moment was so perfect I almost cried.
Even though I looked like this:
I felt like this:
This is perhaps the greatest strut down the runway ever witnessed. She falls down the stairs and then proceeds to get back up and keep going. Yea girl!
Only to get HIT BY A SWINGING GONG! Really people? An Indiana Jones style obstacle course to screw with unnaturally tall women handicapped by heels and floor length gowns? Why don’t you just blindfold a puppy and spin him around on a swivel chair.
I gotta say her flick of the skirt at the end as she triumphantly exits should have won her the contest then and there.