Tiffany: “He didn’t say I couldn’t come to the party.”Tony Rock: “That look said you can’t go to the party.”Tiffany: “Well, I don’t want to go to the stupid-ass
college party anyway. I’m an adult.”How about that shit—a twenty-year-old college dude
didn’t want me at his party!
And then, this little fat girl brought the money in. She
handed everyone their envelopes, and she looked like she
did not want to give me my envelope. My little $500. She did
not want to give it to me. I know I did bad that night, but I
got my money, though.
The Politics of Comedy
At this point, I’m pretty well established in comedy and
know most of the people and players. But man, it was not
like this at the beginning. I’ve got so many stories about
what it was like coming up as a black woman in comedy in
LA. Where do I start?
Lemme start with this one comedian. We’ll call him
“Fats.” I was volunteering at the youth center, and I ran into
him there. He mentioned to me that he surfs.
Tiffany: “You surf? You don’t surf.”In case you don’t know, Fats is fat as hell. ͳree hundred