Over the past five years, Hahn has become a sort of stealth TV icon, the kind of woman you're thrilled to see pop up in whatever amazing show you happen to be watching-Girls, Transparent, Parks and Recreation-because you know you're in for something wildly hilarious, totally lacking in vanity, deeply human, and occasionally weird. (She's worked that skill set to strong effect on the big screen, too, most recently in last year's Bad Moms, in which she matter-of-factly demonstrated how to handle an uncircumcised penis-using a hoodie-wearing Kristen Bell as her facsimile.) We meet at a cafe near the L.A. lot where she's filming the first show in which she'll be the unequivocal star, the upcoming Amazon half-hour series I Love Dick. "Working, I can be my truest self. I don't know how healthy that is," she says, letting out a quick snort as she pushes banana bread around her plate. "My therapist is like, 'Why haven't you seen me?'" Hahn's best is also her most shambolic-her lips stained red with wine during an epic meltdown near the end of the 2013 film Afternoon Delight, or as Transparent's empathic rabbi, Raquel, who endured an epic spiritual crisis late last season. Raw, vulnerable moments bring out Hahn's incandescence, so much so that fans of the Emmy-winning series are already in a kind of pre-mourning, worried that her technically tangential but soulfully crucial character (incidentally, the least narcissistic one รองเท้าส้นสูงราคา100บาท on the show) has escaped the Pfefferman clan for the last time. "She hasn't died," says Hahn, who, for the record, has been touched by the concern. Transparent isn't the first time Hahn started on a project as a mere planet but became its sun.
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