I’d only been in LA a few months in the late ’90s when I encountered my first improv chick in her natural habitat. I learned to fear and loathe the species. Those of you living normal lives may be scratching your head and saying, um, what’s an improv chick?
Think of that table in the school cafeteria where the odd theater kids lurked. Those loud, seemingly-full-of-confidence kids who are actually a dumpster fire of insecurity, talking endlessly about show tunes, rehearsal, rehearsal, the show! So improv chicks make those theater kids look like shy, non-verbal wallflowers full of Ritalin. They’re legitimately funny, they’re loud, they have a quick wit for put-downs and belly laughs, but most importantly, they overcompensate the moment someone else tries to steal the spotlight.