For me, it's Samantha Bee.
As an unmarried woman, I know so little and I remain so lost. Sure, I hold two advanced University degrees, but I have no man to tell me why that matters.
Of all the ways I could possibly die, suffering an anxiety-induced stroke while bombing naked onstage is probably just about the worst scenario I could imagine.
Two people who look at torn-up vaginas and detached placentas every day agreed that my butthole was worthy of an OMG.