Amy Schumer And A Barista Fall In Love Through The Medium Of Needlessly Artsy Coffee Foam
Hopefully your barista never tries to declare their love for you via a foam dick in your coffee.
From high-school football rape culture to creepy late-night show interviews to kid’s beauty pageants, Amy Schumer’s brand of cultural-commentary comedy is all about deconstructing some of society’s weirder tics and obsessions, one of which has to be the strange demand for coffee with goddamn patterns drawn in the foam that I feel guilty for even touching with my mouth because it feels like I’m licking the Mona Lisa or something. Every time you stick your tongue into a barista’s lovingly crafted foam creation, that barista dies a little inside, because you don’t appreciate their art. They put blood, sweat and tears into those thing, and if you’re not careful, emotions could get out of hand; a possibility Schumer’s artsy-as-hell new sketch, Foam, explores.
Hopefully your barista never tries to declare their love for you through a cappucino rose or a foam dick. Have a conversation with them first, ideally.