Posts tagged comedian
Posts tagged comedian
Tank you Rebecca Joines Schinsky of Book Riot for the kind words!
“I Can Barely Take Care of Myself by Jen Kirkman (Simon & Schuster, April 16)–I dove into this as soon as it arrived a couple weeks ago and have been…
So excited to read this book by one of my favorite comedians on the oppressively taboo topic of living child-free by choice.
Here’s my set from Slutwalk LA yesterday. The best part is when I ask if people in the back can see and hear, and no one responds, and I just move on like “whatever.”
SlutWALK??? No way, baby, this slut struts!
This Sunday August 5th I’m doing some trampy feminist stand-up at Slutwalk LA! Join me in Pershing Square Downtown from 1-5 and dress like you don’t give a fuck about giving lots of fucks.
(Photo: Me and my best hussies at Slutwalk DC 2011)
Go ahead and give it a listen, kitten.
Two of my favorite people on the best podcast in town.
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Some great comments from people who think the tweets themselves are getting me work, instead of my screenplays. Reading comprehension isn’t a strong suit for those with opinions, always funny. Keep it up people! KEEP IT UP!!!
I’m super excited for Kelly Oxford, though, this is definitely a win for all of us.
Last month I moved from Washington DC to Los Angeles. Now instead of politicians, I live amongst the fairytale creatures of both my youth and my proto adulthood. The handful of seasoned Angelenos I am friends with tell me I’ll get used to seeing them in their natural habitat, which now much to my delight, overlaps with my own habitat. My new favorite mantra is “Play It Cool.” Whether I’m targeting a funny girl I just met for best friendship, or talking to Matt Walsh and Matt Besser at an ASSSSCAT show, I keep reminding myself to play it cool. These are but mere sounds, however, empty words rendered meaningless when faced with a living idol. That’s why when Conan O’Brien stood 4 feet in front of me on Monday night, I forgot about being cool and just burst into tears.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing famous people in real life. I’ve met and interacted with plenty from Hillary Clinton, to John Waters, to Al Frankin, to David and Amy Sedaris. Every time I’ve either out right cried in their faces or right after we parted. It’s the closest one can get to meeting a fictional character, and that truly overwhelms my senses. Who hasn’t wanted to crawl into their favorite book, movie, or TV show and hideout for a little while? I don’t think I can name one girlfriend of mine who doesn’t want to befriend Leslie Knope, Annie Walker, or Lorelai Gilmore.
When I was a kid, I used to daydream about going on adventures with the Rescue Rangers and Penny, Inspector Gadget’s niece. Cartoon characters are especially difficult to meet in real life, unless a child can suspend their disbelief long enough to hug a person in a convincing mascot-like suit at an amusement park. Luckily, the possibility of meeting the people who bring our favorite adult characters to life is greater. Because of their contributions to character AND storytelling, we love not just Leslie and Annie, but Amy and Kristen, the real voices that created this entertainment. They make us laugh, but even better, they give us the opportunity to see ourselves on screen in a way we never have before. This is especially meaningful to me as a comedian who delights in film, tv, and feminism.
A combination of Amy Poehler saturation and some Buddhist philosophy books convinced me to leave my non profit job two years ago and pursue comedy full time. But it was Conan O’Brien who taught me what was funny. Like most in my generation, I cannot remember life BS - Before the Simpsons. I was only alive 5 years when the Simpson Family moved their couch from Tracy Ullman’s show to their own set on FOX, and it would be another 2-3 years until I was actually allowed to watch them myself. The poster hanging on my cousin Tim’s door, “I’m Bart Simpson. Who the hell are you?” didn’t help speed this process along.
The year I fully tuned into the Simpsons was the year Conan O’Brien started writing and producing the show. Though only there for two years, his influence brought about the absurdity and layered visual gags that are hallmarks of the show today. If you’ve ever called the big one “Bitey” you have Conan to thank.
In my life, the turning point from friendly acquaintances to BFF (or from flirting to fucking) is usually that of a Simpsons quote. I can trace 95% of all my relationships back to this, my all time favorite show, because everyone in my peer group refined their humor from watching it regularly - I have fond childhood memories of its blissful syndication, especially the year that repeats could be seen 4 times in an evening from 6-8pm on channel 43 (Cleveland UPN, holla!).
When Conan left The Simpsons in 1993, I was at the perfect age to occasionally coerce my parents into letting me stay up so I could watch him take over for David Letterman on Late Night. This is where he brought his signature facial expressions, old timey voices, and absurd characters to life. I was hooked. Conan was soon joined in my head by other comedy heroes: Jim Carrey, various cast members of Saturday Night Live, and all women who told jokes ever. But Conan is one of the very few who hasn’t faded over the last 20 years or teamed up with Jenny McCarthy to destroy the world. This love story isn’t singular to me, however, on Monday night when I finally got to attend a taping of his show, it felt like a personal apex in my life.
Just being on the Warner Bros lot felt like a TV dream come true, “Is that the Gilmore Girls Gazebo just sitting there?!” “The studio where they filmed ‘Friends!’” “This is just like Animaniacs!” “Oh look, there’s Chuck Lorre’s parking space.” That last one wasn’t really dream like, more like a general observation.
Then walking into Conan’s studio was nothing short of joyous insanity so much so that I was a slack-jawed moon-eyed weirdo the entire time, and a lot of the experience was a blur. So here are some stray observations:
When he walked in I had rockets on my feet. Leaping in the air I didn’t have time to think, the tears just shot from my eyes. Luckily, and sadly, he doesn’t spend much time looking at the audience so it escaped just about everyone (maybe not Alex since I was sitting next to him doing a fair amount of sniffing) that I was moved to tears by Conan’s near presence. Everything he said and did was funny and perfect. The whole time all I could think was, “I can’t believe this is happening” and then that was mixed with a montage of every episode of Conan I’ve ever watched along with daydreams of Conan interviewing me.
The guests, Chris Hemsworth, Malin Akerman, and Jonah Ray were all delightful. My expectations and then subsequent judgement of a Conan guest are based on the following criteria:
There’s a popular excitement squelching phrase that cynics love to tell starry-eyed me, something that you might be tempted to utter now, if you haven’t already: “Celebrities are just people.” Yeah, they are, and people are amazing. Since when did we stop being impressed with other people and their accomplishments?
Watch the episode in which I was an audience member, tonight on TBS at 11pm! Maybe you’ll see me in a camera pan, or hear me cackle over a joke!
My super sweet well intentioned mom sent me this accidentally sexual text about washing my cat so obviously my friends and I decided to act it out and film it. For your enjoyment, I present the internet premiere of CAT BATH!
Street Harassment is never funny. Unless I’m talking about it. Meet us on the street!