A person, a personwhosereallifebadAsnessmakeshercharacterfromMadMaxFuryRoadlooklazyandselfish.
A personsograndthatwhenyoumeetheritonLeefeelsrighttogetonthefloor.
Butwhoissoniceandnormalthatyouendupjustkindofdoing a littlecurtsy?
I firstbecameawareofShirley's theRoman I sawMonster, whichis, inmyopinion, thefinestscreenperformanceofalltime.
Intheopinionofmanyothers.
Clapit, Ah, performancefilledwithsomuchcompassionandsomuchhumanitythat I foundmyselfthinking, MyGod, thepainofsomanywomeninthisworldissooverwhelmingthat I can't evenmove.
AndmyGod, I wantsomeonetomakeoutwithmeoutsideof a rollerrink.
Um, sure, leases.
Finestscreenworkcame, ofcourse, in 2014 whenwedidanSNLsketchtogetherabouttwoladiesworkingat a catshelter, a sketchthatwouldgoontowin a BAFTA.
Um, no, Butseriously, she's Sheswoopedandsheturned a bunchofcan't jokesinto a fullyfleshedoutdramadynamic.
Andforthat I owehersomething.
Butwhat I owehereverythingfortrulyisgettingtobe a smallpartofherlatest, incrediblyimportantfilm, bombshell, whereclapitwhereshenotonlytransformsintoMeganKelly, butsheembodieseverynuanceofthehorrifyingandhorrifyinglycommonsituation, whichistheGoliaththatwomenfacewhentheychoosetocomeforwardaboutsexualharassment.
That's untilthedayyoudoanimpressionofmein a celebritygameshowsketch.
Thenyou'redonetomeelse.
Oneisthink, Samandeverybodyfromglamour.
Itisanincrediblehonortobenamedwomenoftheyear, whenthisisthekindofcompany I gettokeepAvaJara, Meghan, Tori, Margaret, Greta, Erica, AndreaMirror 1000 times I sayyeseverytime.