You don’t have to be male and Caucasian to find Broden Kelly funny, but anecdotal evidence suggests it doesn’t hurt. As I arrive, an emcee booms grandly across the courtyard: “If you are here for Broden Kelly, just follow the trail of white boys.” During some crowd work early in the show, an audience member tells Kelly he’s “an investor”. (“Crypto?” Kelly winces.) And on our way out of the theatre, I am kettled in front of a man explaining to his friend that he listens to “like, ten different podcasts”, and I cram in my AirPods the moment I hear the word “subreddit”.
Yes, white boys do love them some Broden, but they’re not the only ones. He emerges onstage to a roar that has to be audible in the tiny theatres below us before launching into a slideshow of Facebook groups populated by thousands of people purported to resemble Kelly. As in, they’re also bald, bearded and ginger.
