Fern Brady is here to speak for autistic women who happen to be hot – selflessly giving a voice to the voiceless (or just a very specific group that might not have thought to identify themselves that way before).
We’re lucky to get a peak at the inner workings of this comedy genius
Her show this year, Fern Brady: Autistic Bikini Queen, is full of relatable relationship struggles, intrusive anxious thoughts, and preparations for death. She’s not the first person to criticise the Catholic Church, but her take on how much misinformation is passed on to young girls about promiscuity and menstrual health still feels refreshingly new. She feels like less of professional on stage, and more of that friend in every female circle who has a lot of chaotic energy and always tells the best stories.
Most of the women in the audience seem to relate hard to her tales of feeling anxious while near large groups of men (like stag dos) – even if those fears end up being unfounded. And her opinion that having a wedding is basically making a sex tape – but with emotions – is not something I’ve heard before, but she’s so convincing that you walk out of the show determined to avoid nuptials at all costs. She is a woman of the people!
At the beginning of the show she assures us that she’s not going to spend the whole time talking about her recent autism diagnosis, but any references she makes to this as an explanation for her thoughts and actions just make her more likeable and heighten the humour for everyone. We’re in on the joke because we know how she thinks! Being inside Brady’s brain is at times confusing and scary, but it’s always hilarious. We’re lucky to get a peak at the inner workings of this comedy genius.
