*Quarantined*

Bronwyn Isaac : Comedienne, Clickbait Author, Cloud Pillow Owner : Queens, NY

April 1-3, 2020

“2pm - My boobs feel like planets, not in a “Wow, go off, girl” way, but in the way that a 400 year old woman with heavy limbs would feel. I am pretty sure my period boobs have their own birthdays, opinions and artifacts of citizenship and they are going to kill me.”

Bronwyn Issac is a woman of singularity - with the ability to oscillate in conversation about flash erotica about Mike Bloomberg to crying with you about the traumas of unhealthy religious upbringing, within the same half hour. I kept the toxic wasteland that is Facebook active for many years solely to read her posts (this is not an exaggeration). There is something about that particular platform where Bronwyn thrives and soars like a godam rare eagle. Perhaps it’s that precise and chaotic balance of an audience of distant cousins who believe the classical style of architecture should be nationally mandated, old neighbors who write what was meant to be a personal response as a public comment and those who are there for the whole spectacle of it all. Now that I think about it - is Facebook actually the last true meeting of differing minds? I’ll leave that there.

Bronwyn hails from Seattle, then relocated to Chicago and moved to New York what seems like a billion years ago but in fact was 6 maybe? She is active in the stand-up comedy scene, is a staff writer for Someecards.com - a satire/humor site, co-hosts a podcast called Bad Romance which watches awful rom-coms and discusses them with great depth and also does great community advocate work for immigrants in New York.

If you’re on Twitter, I would highly suggest giving her a follow. Now for some insight into the faults of Zoom open-mics, the value of Salt and Vinegar chips and the small comforts like a tiny glimpse of a skyline: