doing stand-up, and I won the first round of competition.
I had to go to Atlanta, and I had never done comedy in
Atlanta before. I’d only partied in Atlanta, so I really didn’t
have a feel for the comedy scene. I didn’t know how they
even felt about women comedians, or anything. I didn’t have
a clue. ͳat shit matters a LOT in comedy, and because I
was not ready for the second round in Atlanta, I lost bad.
It was in a civic center. ͳere were like three thousand
people there, and it was my mrst time being in front of that
many people. And right as I walked out onstage, I realized,
Tiffany, there are motherfucking cameras here.
I was just so nervous, it was horrible.
At the time, I had this goofy bit about the song “Chicken
noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup and
the soda on the side.” I would make fun of that song, do this
goofy dance. I did that bit, but I screwed the timing up bad.
I knew I had fucked up. It was so quiet in there. And
nobody made a sound. And then some man just went:
Man: “Booo!”Just out of nowhere. He didn’t even yell, it was more
dismissive. And because none of the other three thousand
people were making a sound, it echoed all around that hall.
I looked into the audience, and all I could say was one
word into the mic, real slow and serious:
Tiffany: “Niggas.”