10+ years ago I was in a sketch on The Jimmy Kimmel Show. I was on for maybe 7 seconds. I didn’t have any lines. I just walked by and rolled my eyes at wrestler Mick Foley as he squirted himself with ketchup. I had a terrible haircut that made me look Justin Guarini from season one of American Idol. I was also fat because I would get super stoned and eat half a jar of Soynut butter every night but thought since it had “soy” in the title it was healthy. The day that I filmed that sketch I left my sister a voicemail saying "hey no big deal but I might briefly be on Kimmel tonight if you want to record it" (yea, I said record because IT WAS THAT LONG AGO). She then left me a voicemail saying "that’s awesome! Now look, when he interviews you please do not mention the fact that I just got engaged, I haven’t told everyone yet and I’d hate for them to find out on TV." So not only did my sister think that I (a nobody who had been doing comedy less than a year) was a fancy sit down guest on Kimmel but she also thought Kimmel’s first question was going to be about her love life. Anyhoo, I don’t have Jimmy Kimmel listed in my bio and yet for some reason, bookers keep putting “as seen on Jimmy Kimmel” as one of my credits. So I wanted to share this story to clear the air in the hopes that bookers would stop including Kimmel in my credits and I wanted to share this story to publicly make fun of my sister.
It’s my 10 anniversary of doing comedy! Maybe.
The first time I ever did stand-up was at a high school talent night. I did a bunch of jokes about “if Mr. Brady is an architect why did he design only 2 bedrooms for 6 kids?” I’m pretty sure I stole that bit from TV so that’s not really when I started comedy, or is it? If so, then it’s my 16 year anniversary.
I also did stand-up 4 times in college, mostly “girls fart, isn’t that crazy” jokes, so if that’s when I really started then it’s my 14 year anniversary.
But wait, after college I lived in LA where I worked a real club the Comedy Store, so perhaps we should start there making it my 12 year anniversary. But then again after a year the thrill wore off and my last 2 years in LA I only did 2 spots a week and mostly spent my time tanning, doing drugs, reading The Artists Way and making vision boards. So maybe that’s not when I truly when I started comedy.
Then I moved to NYC, when I got here I actually called comedy clubs and was like “hello! I’d like to perform please!” And they were like “what are your credits?” And I was like “I lived LA.” And they were like “bye!” That led to about 3 years of me being overwhelmed and under committed. So if we minus those 5 half assed years then it’s really my 7 year anniversary. But then there were those 2 years in 2006 when I tried to quit the business, moved to the suburbs of Boston (and later moved back to NYC) and got married (and later divorced) because I thought I needed be “normal.” I did some comedy then but I was still one foot out, let’s include some of that time.
Also sprinkled throughout were lots of improv classes and those 4 different improv teams I was on where almost everyone abandoned me to get “real jobs.” (Thanks a lot guys for not yes and-ing my dreams!) So really if we are only going to count the years I’ve been doing comedy consistently, I guess it’s my 6 year anniversary. Maybe.
But what about all those times as a kid that I made my parents laugh as I ran around the house pretending I was Benny Hill? Does that mean I’ve been doing comedy for 30+ years?
Honestly I never how to answer the question “how long have you been doing comedy?” If I say too long I feel bad that I’m not further. If I say too short, I feel like I’m not honoring all the experiences I’ve been fortunate enough to have. If I think too hard about time I can get anxious and regretful about all the time I wasted and how much time I have left, and then I’m just wasting more time worrying about time. That’s why part of me hates any question of “how long have you been doing (fill in the goal/career blank)?” because the answer really only affects the person being asked. Often for me it starts that horrible mental cycle where I equate success to speed. I’m not saying don’t ask people that question, I’m just saying if you’re asked that question remember that the answer really doesn’t matter.
So I don’t really know how long I’ve been doing comedy. And on days where I feel rejected or hopeless I sometimes don’t know why I keep doing comedy. All I know is I can’t seem to stop doing comedy. I love comedy. I love comedians. I think comedy is one of the most powerful tools for healing and change. Every time I’ve tried to quit, comedy comes back to me and I embrace it (slow motion style like two long lost lovers reuniting on a beach) with a new perspective and a little less pressure. I think success is more than just “don’t quit.” I think success is also about quitting as in quit beating yourself up, quit comparing yourself and your journey to others, quit suffering with expectations about what should be happening. Instead use that energy to work hard and let things happen. Even the fucked up things, let them happen, they will happen whether or not you worry about them. So if you’re pursing something (not just comedy but anything) and feel bad that life has gotten in the way, try to remember and trust that life is actually leading the way.
And if you read this entire post, thank you. Writing this felt good, I hope for you, reading it felt good too.
Productivity tips! 1) Open 5 different writing projects on your laptop. 2) Check Facebook. 3) Drink lots of coffee so you feel extra anxious about getting nothing done. 4) Check to see if your last Tweet got any “heat.” 5) When your mom calls to discuss how much she saved using coupons at Stop & Shop say “I can’t talk I’m really busy” then check Facebook again. 5) Spell check one of your writing projects so you feel like you did something productive. 6) Take a photo of your laptop and spend 20 minutes picking out Instagram filters and coming up with a stupid caption. 7) Repeat.
We don’t do this show that often so this is gonna be like super special and stuff! Come out to UCB in LA Sunday eve March 9th, 9:30pm and join Margot Leitman and as we host Ari Shaffir, John Flynn and music by Erin and MeLissa!
Tickets are $5 and available at http://losangeles.ucbtheatre.com/
When I was at my parent’s house last week I found this, my first published piece of writing, it was in a copy of my high school literary magazine Zenith. I had been writing diary entries, poems, and stories since I was very young but at age 15 this was the first time my words were submitted, accepted, edited and printed for the world to see (at age 15 high school was my world). I hesitated submitting something so genuine, I was worried that people would think it was cheesy (or as a Boston teen in the 90’s would say “friggin’ queeah”). I was worried that the cool kids would think I was some sappy poetry loser and publishing this would mean I would never be asked to drink on the tracks (on the weekends kids in my town got drunk on the train tracks behind our high school because getting inebriated near high speed moving vehicles is very safe).
My heart knew that what I wrote was good but my head, my ego, my cruel inner critic voice, kept trying to turn my pride into shame. My head was battling against heart. My heart knows I’m amazing, but my head loves to trick it into thinking otherwise. Meanwhile, my poem was about loving yourself, your true self and there I was freaking out that my real self wasn’t enough.
Almost 20 years later, I can still relate.
Before writing this post, for a moment, I was worried people would think it was cheesy. I wanted to conjure up some witty “sappy post alert” warning to let everyone know I’m going be corny. My heart and my head still like to argue.
Well, it’s my head that likes to argue. My heart is chill. My heart is humble. My heart is the part of me that operates on instinct. My heart sees the good in others. My heart doesn’t gossip or get jealous. My heart doesn’t worry about what other people think because my heart doesn’t think, it just is. My heart doesn’t care about expectations, timelines or comparison because my heart is too busy living in the moment, every beautiful messy moment. My heart takes responsibility and takes action. My heart trusts the universe and trust that whatever is right now is exactly as it is suppose to be.
My head is the asshole. My head isn’t up my ass, my head is my ass and it’s full of shit. My head is so loud. My head is all ego desperate for validation. My head is the part of me that operates on fear. My head thinks everyone is out to get me. My head judges other people and gets jealous of other people and then judges itself and feels guilty for judging other people and being jealous. My head is obsessed with what other people think because all my head does is think. My head expects the worst and the best at the same time, it’s negative and an entitled brat at the same time. My head is always in a hurry. My head lives in the past and in the future, drowning in old regrets and potential anxiety. My head is a victim and wants to give up. My head does not trust the universe, God, or itself.
That poem I wrote when i was 15 was written by my heart. There is no way in hell my head would have written something so sincere. When I was 15 I thought I was stupid and ugly and unlovable. Key word: thought. When I was 15 my head was screaming in stereo, a big double cassette with a 5 disc CD player stereo. My loud head kept me from trying harder in school, it kept me from auditioning for the school play or sticking with sports and activities, it kept me from having a boyfriend. And yet, in the midst of all that noise my 15 year old heart found a moment of peace and quiet to write about how she really felt and had the balls to share it and the result was wonderful.
The day that issue of Zenith came out many of my classmates complimented my poem and said that they related to my poem. Even some of the cool kids related to my poem which really blew my teenage mind. "Wait, cool kids have insecurities???" I just assumed "cool kids" thought they were cool.
The reaction my poem received proved something to me that I am still sometimes trying to convince myself of which is, when I listen to my heart the results are positive. When I give my heart the space to talk, that is when I succeed, I am productive, I make good choices, I attract likeminded people, I am in good relationships, I am healthy, I am responsible, I feel love. Life is still challenging but it’s not miserable. I have never failed when I listened to and acted from my heart. When you listen to your heart that means you are being totally and completely yourself, genuine, vulnerable, open, you.You cannot fail at being you. You are the only one that can be you! You can only fail when you try to be someone you are not.
Just now my head reallllyyyyy wanted to make fun of myself for that last line because it was so “friggin’ queeah” line” but I assume if you’ve read thus far you’re on board with this stuff.
Will our heads ever totally shut up? Probably not. Maybe. I don’t know. I do know I want to live a life where my heart is louder than my head. And my heart won’t even have to scream to be louder, my heart will be louder simply because my heart has more to say. Each year I heal more and more wounds, memories and lies that live in my head. The more I focus on healing, the less shit my head will have to say.
I used to cringe at the word “healing” when it came to emotions. I thought emotional healing was only for people who experienced some major life trauma, as if pain is like a frequent custom card where you have to earn a certain amount points to be able to trade them in for self-care and healing and a free frozen yogurt. I didn’t think my wounds were that bad. Meanwhile, simply being alive is traumatic. No matter who you are, even if you are a “cool kid” you have trauma and wounds to heal. And wounds are a breading ground for head noise.
I also used to cringe when I heard the term “inner child” but the truth is your inner child is very real. Your inner child has wounds to heal but also has some wisdom to give. My inner child gave me wisdom when I found that poem. It reminded me that while I may still possess some of the same fears and insecurities as I did when I was 15, I also still posses some of the same strengths. I still try use my words for good. I still try to find creative ways to connect and heal. I still try to see the beauty in things. The more I think about 15 year old me, I think that she was pretty awesome. I bet if you think about 15 year old you you’ll see you were and are still awesome too. And if any 15 year olds are reading this right now, please know that you are pretty awesome as well.
I never did get invited to hang out on the tracks with the “cool kids.” I wish I could say I didn’t care, but I did. And there are still times when I’m not invited to hang out on the tracks: I’m not asked to perform on that shows, I don’t get asked out by that guy, I’m not invited to that party, I’m not included on that list, I’m not offered that job. When I feel rejected my head begins to say that I did something wrong, that I should feel ashamed, that I’m a loser. The goal in those moments is to be so busy dancing to the sound of my heart singing my praises I don’t even notice my head speaking.
Turn up your heart’s volume, it’s got a lot of nice things to say.
(Thanks to my amazing therapist Janet Navas who was the one to first introducing me to the idea of our hearts and heads co-existing but not always cooperating.
Bad Bride at Improv Boston tomorrow is today’s Pick Of The Day in the Boston Globe!
Bride tales In a Globe interview with Joel Brown, Belmont-bred Giulia Rozzi said: âPeople love that I sort of know in the show that things are going to fall apart, but I do it anyway. Itâs sort of like every time you go on the Turkish Twist at Canobie Lake, you know youâre going to puke, but you do it anyway.â The âitâ was her 13-month marriage, the subject of the comedianâs one-woman show, âBad Bride.â Feb. 26 at 7:30 p.m. $12, $10 students. ImprovBoston, 40 Prospect St., Cambridge. 617-576-1253. www.improvboston.com Group shots About a dozen photographers from Merrimack Valley and southern New Hampshire enjoy each otherâs company and their shared trips to shoot their local scenery. The Merrimac Valley Group shares the output
I’m today’s Boston Globe Magazine talking about Bad Bride!