Biografie

Graduated from Fordham College in New York City with a Bachelor of Arts degree.

Nominated for the 2018 Emmy Award in the Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series category for her role as Debbie Eagan in GLOW (2017), but lost to Alex Borstein from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (2017).

Author of the 2022 book "All the Women in My Brain: And Other Concerns" published by Flatiron Books (September 6, 2022).

Daughter of Jack Gilpin and Ann McDonough.

First cousin, once removed, of Drew Gilpin Faust, who was President of Harvard University from 2007 to 2018. On her father's side, Betty is a great-granddaughter of Billy Mitchell, a U.S. Army general, regarded as the father of the United States Air Force, a great-great-granddaughter of John L. Mitchell, a Civil War veteran and Democratic politician, who served as a U.S. Senator from Wisconsin, from 1893 to 1899; and of Lawrence Tyson, a general, Democratic politician, and textile manufacturer who was a U.S. Senator from Tennessee, from 1925 to 1929. Her three times great-grandfather, Alexander Mitchell, born in Ellon, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, was a banker, railroad financier, and Democratic Wisconsin congressman.

The voice of the male gaze is so loud, it can send a small representative to live inside your brain, to tell you what you should do, and how you should value yourself, and what actions aren't worth causing a fuss over. I think that it's up to us to kill that representative in our own brains.

My brain is a room full of women who take turns at the wheel.

I'm probably not a good fit for being super-famous. I'm too neurotic. So I'm not like, 'When am I going to get mine?' I'm enjoying flying under the radar being Windows '94 Jodie Comer. ... Math-wise, you have to have a lotion contract and a gazillion followers to be the lead of something, and I'm too neurotic for social media and my skin is too dry for lotion contracts.

[lacking confidence when she was young] Growing up, I was a self-loathing Igor who carried the queen's books. My job was to be the sarcastic Sherpa, quietly providing the farce and adoration then becoming part of the wall when cued. I don't know when it was, but at some point I realized the obvious truth that I was a hideous goblin under a bridge, that the sound of my voice was like audible feces, and the presence of my body in a room was like bringing a moose carcass to brunch.

[having large breasts] And then puberty was like, WA-BAM. Physically, I went from Justin Bieber to Jessica Rabbit. I gained 30 pounds of thigh, booty, and certified American jugs. And I quickly learned big boobs have the effect of announcing your presence in a room as if you're cradling Gilbert Godfrey singing the opening to the 'Circle of Life.'