Rachel Galvo has an ecclesiastical talent for storytelling that has primed her best for two paths in life: the church or comedy. After an adolescence spent growing up in an all-girls Irish Catholic private school, she found herself compelled towards the latter. The Shite Feminist is Galvo’s retelling of her girlhood after an early-twenties epiphany, sparked in part by a Jean Valjean costume, revealed the nuances of her internalised misogyny.

From the child-bride absurdity of her first communion to the body dysmorphia of her teenage years, Galvo sets out to recount her trauma with all the wit of your funniest friend. While her references to Fleabag (season two), man buns and men with guitars land best amongst a crowd of women in their twenties, her candidness appeals to a far larger demographic.

What feels fresh about Galvo’s feminist stand-up is an honest self-awareness that her experience of misogyny is not universal. She is, after all, a middle-class comic performing at the Fringe in a Ganni skirt. By balancing self-satire without tipping into self-deprecation, Rachel Galvo’s comedy takes a casually intersectional approach to sexism. There is no preaching, just some riotously funny stories that might also provoke your own feminist epiphany.  

Rachel Galvo: The Shite Feminist, Pleasance Dome, until 24 August, 7pm; main picture: Evan Doherty.