Sarah Silverman Has Stubbed Her Vagina

Comedian Sarah Silverman, to whom every dweeby straight aspiring male stand-up has rubbed one out at least once, has made a career out of jokes involving testicle licking, incest and racial slurs...and you should hear her when she works blue (*rimshot*)! The current New Yorker devotes their minimum 19,000 words to the subject of all things Silverman, and, amazingly, almost no insights are offered, beyond the fact that Sarah is a cute Jewish chick with a mischievous potty mouth. As for accusations that some of her material is racist, the source of its humor is, beyond its shock value, her own imperceived racism. The result is that she is the butt of the joke, not the minority in question. I suppose the same argument could have been made for Dice Clay back in the day, but let's face it, who ever rubbed one out to that not funny asshole?

So with nothing controversial or interesting to really say about her, why, you may ask, am I writing this post?

Because we get to snoop around her apartment!

Silverman rents a small apartment near Miracle Mile in Los Angeles. The living-room walls are striated with yellow paint, and decorated idiosyncratically: an antiqued photograph of her grandmother, her nana, who died five years ago at the age of eighty-eight; a sombrero; some abstract studies painted by her sister Laura and rescued from the trash. There is a cobalt-blue velvet couch and a silvery-pink armchair; the coffee table is mint-green, glass-topped, chipped. She has a little oil painting of her boyfriend, Jimmy Kimmel, made by a security guard for the late-night talk show he hosts on ABC, and a painting of a male nude by Anna Nicole Smith. In her office, formerly a dining room, with a faux-Tiffany stained-glass light fixture, are stacks of papers covered in notes: “Sarah Silverman’s Tushy Party,” “stubbed my vagina.” Pictures of her cleaning lady’s baby granddaughter, and of herself running a red light, as documented by a traffic-surveillance camera, are tacked to a bulletin board.

My mom once asked me to send her a photo of myself in LA, and I sent her one of me running a red light in a rented convertible Mustang. I don't know if that puts my sensibilities on some kind of even comic plane with Ms. Silverman, but I will say that I too love Chinks.

Also of note, somewhat selfishly I should add, the article quotes this bit, which she delivered on Weekend Update during her brief SNL stint in the mid 90s (bolding, italics and underlining mine):

Well, Kevin, I guess the most important event of this past week was, of course, the wedding of my sister, Susan Silverman, to Yosef Abramowitz. It was a really neat wedding, too, you know, ’cause they took each other’s last names and hyphenated it. So now my sister’s name is Susan Silverman-Abramowitz. But they’re thinking of shortening it to just “Jews.”

Wait a second! That's fucking racist!

Comments

[Mike]

Here are some pretty neat sound clips: http://www.jesusismagicthemovie.com/soundboard/

[luigi]

what a punk ass BIATCH!!

[edpearl john]

now thats really crazy shit!shes a sick mentally incapacitated loser biatch!

[cHau Thea]

fuck u.

[Oetje]

WOUW !

[krispan]

fuck

[Ahmed Nafis]

woow

[Kathiroly]

I hate her