<p>Bridget Everett spent years as a New York downtown-artist icon. Amid off-screen chaos at Amazon Studios, she&rsquo;s finally coming to TV.</p>

- Jason McBride

AROUND THREE A.M.on a summer night in Toronto, Bridget Everett stands in the middle of the shoe department at Holt Renfrew, Canada’s answer to Barneys. It’s the penultimate shooting day for the pilot of her new show, Love You More, and the 12th hour of what will be a 16-hour day. “I’m looking for my dog, my shit, and the makeup girl to bronze my tits,” Everett announces. As it turns out, her dog, a Pomeranian named Poppy, has been taken for a walk by a P.A. Everett’s “shit”—a large purse that carries mysterious miscellany—has been moved by another P.A. As for the makeup woman, she is taking a well-deserved break. Everett smiles broadly and adds, in regards to her tits, “I could go ivory-white, but sun kissed is better, don’t you think?”

It’s difficult to talk with—or about—Bridget Everett without discussing her breasts. They’re the centerpiece of the raucous, raunchy cabaret act that she’s been doing for years at Joe’s Pub and comedy festivals around the world. They’re also the subject of her signature song, “Titties,” an ode to the infinite variety of breasts (“She got them tube-sock titties / She put ’em in the air / I’ve got these beaver-tail titties / Put ’em in the air”). And they’re a major plot point in Love You More, in which Everett’s character, Karen, spends an entire episode trying to find a bra that fits.

The 45-year-old Everett’s long been a bit player on groundbreaking

This story is from the October 30–November 12, 2017 edition of New York magazine.

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