It doesn’t seem so unusual to me to write to you about comedy at a time when I am feeling this heartbroken. This is when I often turn to comedy. But it does make me feel guilty, like I am simultaneously betraying someone and deflecting.
Just 10 days after the massacre in Israel, we had tickets to see Tig Notaro in Brighton. We had bought them months in advance. I didn’t think the unthinkable would happen and I would be a mess of a person that day. Going somewhere specifically to laugh and feel joy felt like I was going the wrong direction.