NEW ORLEANS — Since the comedian Amy Schumer became pregnant, she had vomited, in her conservative estimate, 980 times. So on a Monday evening last month, when she told her husband, Chris Fischer, she was going to throw up, sitting in the passenger seat of a compact S.U.V. on her way to perform a drop-in set, what followed had the blasé feel of routine.
Keeping his eye on the road, Fischer calmly handed her a bag, and she lowered her face, emitted a guttural sound and threw up chunks of shrimp and grits. With hardly a pause, the couple, married for a year, started to banter. “That smells bad,” he said. Schumer shot back, “You want me to go outside?”
Feigning embarrassment about a marital dispute, he motioned toward me in the back seat: “We have a guest.” The car stopped, Schumer, who is due in May, got out, vomited again in front of a church, tossed the bag in a metal trash can and immediately started joking with her husband again.
This is not mere morning sickness. Schumer, 37, suffers from a condition called hyperemesis that has made her persistently, relentlessly nauseous, including nearly every time she travels. She has been hospitalized four times. Because of the physical obstacles, Schumer calls her new special, “Growing” (starting March 19 on Netflix), the most difficult challenge of her career.
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I first interviewed Amy Schumer in 2012, and her position since then has changed radically, from relatively unknown club comic to one of the biggest, most polarizing names in comedy. She still talks onstage about throwing up, but now it’s because she’s pregnant, not because she’s getting blackout drunk. What also remains constant is a commitment to revealing imperfections and vulnerabilities that others prefer to hide. She has always cared deeply about not caring too much, a contradiction that has fueled her entire career but that has become increasingly tricky to sustain.
Before the drop-in show, she told me that she expected the local comics to hate her because of typical disdain for any successful comedians. “Then there’s internet rumors and just the hate out there,” she said. “They hear my name and think whatever, you know. So it’s kind of fun to go in with the deck stacked against you.”
ONE QUESTION I OFTEN ASK artists is what clique they belonged to in high school, and perhaps because it invites no sympathy, no one has ever said the popular crowd, except Schumer.
Schumer’s comedy remains political, but it has changed. Her new special, “Growing,” may be the only one Netflix releases this year with a joke about Senator Charles E. Grassley.CreditNetflix
In show business, she said, she now knows what it’s like to be cool and not cool: “Being cool is powerful in this industry, but there’s nothing more powerful than not giving a” — and here she used a word that rhymes with truck.
She is spending two months in New Orleans while her place on the Upper West Side of Manhattan undergoes renovations in preparation for the baby. “Our home is kind of stupid,” she said. “It looks like Tom Hanks’s in ‘Big’ — karaoke machine, jukebox.”
Over the past decade, New Orleans has been a beloved getaway. She visits several times a year and often holds a New Year’s Eve party with the actress Jennifer Coolidge. She has developed a Bill Murray-like reputation around town for goofy, news-generating appearances, like crashing a couple’s engagement photo shoot, joining Mardi Gras practice or painting her face with beignets.
It hasn’t been a quiet pregnancy. She has been touring theaters and shot her special in Chicago. She herself contacted the booker at “Saturday Night Live” the night before to see if there was a host slot open. There wasn’t, but she still had new ideas to work out, so she headed to a dive bar that holds a weekly stand-up show.
While she is an actress, screenwriter and author, Schumer remains a comic at heart, always hustling for a laugh, writing notes for jokes in restaurants and processing the world from the stage. “That doesn’t change,” she said, “if you don’t let yourself become crazy from being a famous person.”
She loved acting in Steve Martin’s play “Meteor Shower” on Broadway, for instance, but said it was frustrating to go onstage and not be able to respond to the news. “I like all the things I’ve done, but my favorite is when I’m in control,” she said. Then, referring to “Snatched” and “I Feel Pretty,” she added: “The last two movies I didn’t write. I didn’t really have anything to say. I now do.”
Her new special catches fans up with her life, her hellish pregnancy (within the first few minutes, she raises her dress to show her belly) and her marriage to a chef. It’s jarring (and funny) to see the comic who released the special “Mostly Sex Stuff” now joke about not wanting to sleep with her husband. She also uses motherhood to jab at the backlash to the #MeToo movement. “I hope it’s a girl,” she said, a sarcastic hint in her voice, “because it’s such a scary time for men.”
SCHUMER’S BREAKTHROUGH came in 2013 with the Comedy Central series “Inside Amy Schumer,” a sneakily smart show whose viral sendups of gender double standards and misogyny featured some of the funniest feminist humor in the history of sketch comedy. Then came her hit movie “Trainwreck” (2015), and she was a movie star, flying in private jets to shows and hanging out with Jennifer Lawrence. (The movie they had been planning is on the back burner; instead she intends to shoot a big-screen adaptation of the play “The Humans” in the fall.)
“Young me thought this would bring some other level of joy,” she said, shaking her head at how she pictured being wealthy and famous. “I think I will experience that with a baby. But other than that, it doesn’t exist.”
Success did, however, bring another level of scrutiny. Being a famous comic in 2019 means a stream of criticism every day. If you are a woman, double that. And if you are Amy Schumer, it never stops. She has become a lightning rod, taking criticism from all corners of the internet, periodically finding herself at the bottom of a pile-on.
There were accusations of appropriation and insensitivity when she made a video spoofing Beyoncé’s “Lemonade.” Then there were the YouTube clips of her jokes juxtaposed with the same or similar ones from other comics, suggesting she was a joke thief, and charges of racism about early jokes delivered in the persona of a bigoted fool. (“I used to date Hispanic guys, but now I prefer consensual.”)
“I think people may have been laughing for the wrong reasons,” she said of her early stand-up, which she now cringes at. “I played a Republican fool, kind of racist, homophobic, everything. Once I started being myself onstage, some felt I lied to them. They felt duped.”
A similar sense of betrayal exists on the left. In the same week that Breitbart ran a story arguing that her comedy fell into “the woke trap,” The Ringer questioned what happened to the progressive comedian of “Inside Amy Schumer.” The title of the article: “Did We Get Amy Schumer Wrong?”
While her comedy has, if anything, become more political — her new special has to be the only Netflix stand-up release this year to include a joke about Senator Charles E. Grassley — Schumer’s work has changed, and those who got to know her through her bruising jokes on “Last Comic Standing” and Comedy Central roasts have different expectations from those who were fans of the feminist satire of “Inside Amy Schumer.” And in shifting from the sketch television tradition of “Chappelle’s Show” to that of big-budget Hollywood movies, her comedy has broadened, with some edges softened. (She is still under contract for another season of the show but hasn’t wanted to shoot it until recently.)
“I Feel Pretty” grossed nearly $100 million worldwide, making it one of the top-selling comedies of last year, but it was harshly criticized for its handling of body issues, including the idea that looks don’t matter if you are confident in yourself. “Inside Amy Schumer” covered similar territory (particularly the perverse effect of systemic objectification on the psyches of women) but without as much of a believe-in-yourself message. While some critics found it glib, Schumer stands by this prescription in part because it worked for her.
“As someone who has been told a million times they are fat and ugly, it does not matter!” she said.
Schumer has always been anchored by a core of confidence, as the photo here of her running naked across a park demonstrates. She said she always knew she would be famous and once gave back a $1 million book advance because she believed in herself and figured she would get more money when she was more famous in a few years. She was right.
The comic Rachel Feinstein, who has been friends with Schumer for more than a decade, recalled being on a conference call pitching a pilot with Schumer when an executive outlined what the company was looking for. Schumer responded bluntly that they had no interest in doing that. Feinstein couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Then I get a text from Amy saying: ‘Don’t panic. I know what I’m doing.’ She sold the pilot.” Feinstein added: “She has always encouraged me to ask for things I never would have. I am in awe and try to channel her.”
Even when it comes to her romantic life, she is fearless. A month into dating Fischer, she texted him asking if he was serious about her and if he wanted kids. His response: “I do want kids, and I want them with you.”
But what about those who lack this self-assurance, who can’t shake off the insults that women deal with every day online? Schumer pauses here. “I want to think on that,” she said: “How do you rise from that?” Less than a minute later, she returns to the question: “Therapy, meditation, weed.”
Given the volume and vitriol of the criticism, it’s remarkable how rarely Schumer gets defensive about it. She agreed that her handling of the Beyoncé video was naïve. And while she denied she ever stole jokes — parallel thinking is far more common than you might think — she conceded that if she had seen those YouTube videos, she would have thought she was a thief, too. She said that when she asked John Mulaney to give her notes on the special, he kept an eye out for overlap with Ali Wong, who also performed pregnant.
“Comics say we used to be able to say this, and it was funny,” she said. “That’s over, so evolve! I’m down to evolve.”
Yet it’s a difficult balance to remain a comic who doesn’t care how she comes off while also changing with the times in response to criticism of the way she comes off. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with my special — what’s the thing people will be furious about?” Schumer mused aloud. “It sucks to have everyone mad at me. But I’m not too careful.”
Schumer has become close with Lena Dunham in part because of the shared experience of being celebrities on the receiving end of torrents of online criticism. (They were even jointly pilloried for a conversation in Dunham’s now-defunct newsletter, Lenny; some called it tone deaf on matters of #MeToo and race.) “It’s a pretty specific experience,” Dunham said by phone about what bonded them. “Most people don’t know what it’s like to open social media in the morning and hear you are physically, socially and politically worthless.” Dunham added that Schumer handles it better than she does. “She’s titanium, and part of her skill is the ability to make it look easy.”
But there are signs that being in the fishbowl of fame has taken its toll: a certain caution in her voice, a sighing acknowledgment that people can grow tired of you. She has been attending filmmaking classes at New York University and is looking at a future in the director’s chair.
For her stand-up, she has recently asked the camera operators shooting her shows to send her clips of crowds laughing at her jokes, proof that people are enjoying themselves. “It’s a good thing to be reminded,” she said, saying that audience members can become abstract, like lab rats in an experiment.
A few years ago, she explained, she started to shy away from the public in reaction to the criticism, but an exchange with Dave Chappelle at a Cleveland Cavaliers game helped her out of it. “I was kind of retreating a bit in general after years of getting beaten down, and Chappelle was like: ‘There’s a lot of love out there for you, Amy. I don’t know why, but I heard it.’”
DESPITE HER FEARS before the drop-in show, Schumer was treated warmly by the M.C. that night. (“Carnegie Hall, Madison Square Garden and now the Hi-Ho Lounge,” he told the audience.) Backstage, she spoofed herself, playing the part of the diva sarcastically demanding more bottled water. When she slowly walked onstage, the crowd roared. One woman yelled: “Is that really you?” Some chuckled. “Why are you laughing?” Schumer asked. “Because my career has led me back to this place?”
After telling a few jokes about her husband and New Orleans, and adding some random thoughts (“Do you think Jeff Bezos looks like a referee?”), she quieted the crowd by confessing: “I threw up on the way over here because I have this disease.” She paused. “There’s no research on it because men don’t get it.”
After leaving the club, Schumer and her husband walked past a space that showcases stand-up and burlesque. She had considered performing there, but glancing at it now, she said, “I don’t want to be that cool.”
Then she walked to a parking lot to find that their car had a yellow boot on a back wheel. As her husband looked to call a ride, two men approached. Schumer stayed in the car. One offered to remove the boot for $90. Fischer gave him the money, and they were on their way. Schumer cackled with delight: “We are being scammed.”
This was a potentially dangerous situation, but she didn’t act like it. “I get very relaxed in such times,” she said, adding that she respects a good con. “It was the most civil mugging ever.”
Back in New York, I received a text from her that caught me off guard: “When you first wrote about me, you described me as melancholy,” she texted. “I had never seen myself that way, but when I read it, I knew it was true. Am I still melancholy?”
It was characteristically direct, more blunt than the usual interview subject and difficult to answer. She seemed both incredibly happy and in love, but also a bit haunted. I said yes.
She agreed, and then expressed the most earnest expectant-motherly sentiment I had heard from her: “I’m ecstatic and furious,” she wrote, then: “And pleased and peaceful and manic and hopeless and so hopeful it’s crazy.”
