I write for people who have already cried in the yogurt aisle. Or behind a garbage truck. Because one day, that's where everything overflows: the demands, the mental load, the family ghosts, the absurd expectations.
Yes, I know is a show for those who juggle lucidity and survival, who laugh to keep from screaming, who would just like to be taken seriously without having to hold a Zoom meeting for it. It's stand-up, yes—direct, introspective, absurd, always human. Humor for overworked sensitives, brilliant exhausted people, cynics with a soft heart. I talk about therapy, disillusionment, parents, the brain, yoga, paradoxical injunctions... And if that resonates with you, then you're already on the right side of the joke. Because it's already not easy being yourself, if on top of that you have to hide...
