She responded with an op-ed in the Huffington Post that concluded, “My only goal when I started this show … But, you know, they just didn’t know what to do or how to do anything.
was to offer viewers another voice to end their day with (even if my show is on E! That's the appropriate use of a parenthetical.” Handler pulls loose threads of denim from the hole in her jeans and drops them on the patio. [At Netflix,] I feel like, Wow, I’m not the smartest person in the room.” She bursts out laughing again. ” Instead, Handler inked a seven-year deal with Netflix, of which the docuseries is just a jumping-off point for a half-hour talk show.
Schumer imbues nearly all of her show’s sketches with straightforward feminism. So it’s probably no coincidence that after eight years of working on her E!
late-night show, Handler was ready to tackle her most ambitious, socially aware project to date, even if she can’t refrain from delivering a few what did she just say? “I think it’s just responsible, as an entertainer,” says Handler.
She seems like someone who would be friends with Schumer’s character in Trainwreck up until the moralizing “I’m broken” ending. Apologies are permanently off the table; political correctness is the enemy, which is how Chuy, her beloved little-person sidekick on Chelsea Lately, ended up dressed as Hitler to celebrate Germany’s World Cup win.Family members make several appearances, mostly so that Handler can grill her dad, a former used-car salesman, about her upbringing, his various prejudices, and his sexual proclivities.Handler grew up the daughter of a Jewish father and a Mormon mother.“We’re not saving lives or anything, but if you’re going to be in this business, then you should want to be as interesting as possible, and make interesting choices, and keep it compelling.” It’s January, and we’re in her Bel-Air home, an expansive, well-appointed property: white walls, neatly arranged atlases, a coffee-table book as tall as a toddler mounted on a music stand and opened to a Dolly Parton spread.The camel-colored dining chairs are covered in some type of coarse hair that feels poky when you sit on them. “My whole fucking house is controlled by an i Pad, and I can barely turn on the TV.” (She addresses this in the series’ tech installment, “Chelsea Does Silicon Valley.”) Several segments of each hour-ish-long documentary unfold here, with Chunk and Tammy, her loyal part–chow chow companions, perambulating in the background, observing their owner, much like they do now.