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Here, she plays the role of disaffected early-80s housewife Sheila Rubin opposite actor and stand-up comedian Rory Scovel.
You filthy bitch, she thinks, dipping her finger into some sample honey at the supermarket.
You didnt even walk today, let alone run or do ballet, and now look at you.
Disgusting, sticky, might as well just give up.
Tomorrow, I will eat clean, healthy food, Sheila tells herself afterward.
I will find a new dance class.
I will have a nice day.
The self-affirmation hurts almost more than the vitriol.
Its a problem with Sheila, but its also a problem withcapitalism, man.
But the challenge is not just that the experience of that voice is so awful.
No one else is as real; no one else has as much agency or space to grow.
It is a shame, though.
