How does Patti Harrison do it? Patti Harrison’s use and abuse of socials has cis-birthed comedy gold (and bronze: apologies to her ‘Masturbating Dad audition tape’). Congratulations has new lease energy, but instead of lifting white sheets off sofas she’s falling out of a closet, sponsored by Zatarain’s rice, with a Clarityne lodged in her throat. Cue competition. Patti’s even-trans-women-are-funny style of Cartoon Network pilled comedy demonstrates making from thin air (the camera used is actually a laptop?) and jokes aside her stamina for creation would make Felicity Huffman proud.
