Six years ago, Rachel Sennott shared an unflattering imaginary snapshot of Los Angeles life in a viral video she describes as “the trailer for any movie set in LA.” As the beat from Azealia Banks’ “212” thumps in the background, she bounces around her tiny New York bedroom, twirling like a chemically enhanced cool girl. “C’mon! It’s LA,” she chirps. “I’m addicted to drugs. We all are! If you don’t have an eating disorder, get one, b***h.”

If you belong to the Church of Manifesting, there’s a strong argument to be made that this was how Sennott willed “I Love LA” into existence, whether in fulfillment of a suppressed desire or a cosmic joke. Either way, that clip belongs to her joke-posting era, when the burgeoning comic performer tried out material on Twitter and sharpened her punchlines

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