My parents actually almost named me Shelby. But then they realised that my name would have been Shelby Swift and that kids might make fun of me. Shelby Swift‒  like ‘She’ll-be Swift’. And then like, what if I wasn’t a fast runner? They would’ve been like “ well she’s not.”

My parents are both very funny but they’re also relatively soft-spoken, normal human beings while I’m just a lunatic. I don’t know where this loud, ballsy, hammy ridiculousness came from. I’m just glad I followed my goals and my parents did too. It’s not like we even had a plan when I dragged my mom to Los Angeles.