We might be making merry over it now, but her suckerpunch wit and handy processing habit were honed thanks to life experiences that it would otherwise be shitty to laugh at. "I don't need a 147-year-old man to be telling me 'Good job,'" she laughs. But all he said was "Good for you." Truly an annoying way to find out that you're right about humanity. And then, because I'm not a terrible person, I process those bad thoughts." An example: That morning at the gym, she mentally scowled at a guy who gesticulated to her to take her headphones out, before she finally acquiesced ("You know, what if he can't breathe?"). "A lot of it is humor," she says, "but my first thought is always the worst. (And, by the way, that kitten? She ended up adopting it.) So I can't help but ask how much of her written persona's withering attitude is real and how much of it is plied for laughs. She's a great conversationalist, with a laugh that can go non-stop for about 20 seconds.
I can tell that Irby is actually warm as pie. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play
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