This has got to be the best Karen monologue ever written. Brestman’s humor lies in its remarkable specificity. “Do I look like I need a chamomile?” Karen asks. Why yes, you do, and you can wait for the damn hibiscus like everyone else. The ending of Karen’s rant reveals some less trivial concerns, (should I feel bad for you now?) but man, the trivialities are outrageously funny. I love this.
This has got to be the best Karen monologue ever written. Brestman’s humor lies in its remarkable specificity. “Do I look like I need a chamomile?” Karen asks. Why yes, you do, and you can wait for the damn hibiscus like everyone else. The ending of Karen’s rant reveals some less trivial concerns, (should I feel bad for you now?) but man, the trivialities are outrageously funny. I love this.