Scarlett Curtis, another lovely lady and Hello Giggles writer, let me know via private channels that her father is a former co-worker of one Mr. Tom Hiddleston. Both Scarlett and her father enjoyed my piece this past weekend on Mr. Hiddleston, and Scarlett’s father emailed it to him. According to Scarlett, this was Mr. Hiddleston’s reply:
"Hiddlywinks". AMAZING. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more proud! Txx ”
I’m slightly mortified (okay, VERY MORTIFIED), but that’s what I get for posting long, silly essays on the internet about celebrities. I keep forgetting that people on the internet can see what I’m saying. Are you reading this? Helloooo? (knocking on screen) There are PEOPLE out there?!?!?
Anyway, that’s that story. Still no word from Ryan Gosling, Benedict Cumberbatch, Chipotle or Han Solo…Chimes Ginger Chews and Diet Coke’s PR team know that I love them though.
Yesterday I had my last Sketch 201 class at the UCB. I now feel bad about bitching about how no one in the class got my references because they all made a point yesterday about saying how much they loved my obscure references. “That’s why I come to class. To hear what bizarre references Meghan is going to make this week.”
I’ve never felt so universally accepted for being myself before.
“So I go in there one night and he was evoking gods of the East and demons of the West and forgetting what my goal was, why I even came in the first place, I was so mad! He was so creepy. I went up to him and I was like, “You’ve got nerve evoking demons in front of all these people!” No one was protected. No one was white lighted. I knew so much, you know, I was at least a three-week student in meditation. And he said “I protected the building” and I said “You can’t do that!” and he was like “Yes I can!” and I just walked off in a huff. I went “Ugh, that’s not what my goal was at all.”—
In 30 years, some comedy legend (improv/stand up/writing/whatnot) is going to be asked in an interview how they first met some other comedy legend and the answer is going to be, “Huh…I don’t know…like he started following me on tumblr and he liked some of my posts about Phil Hartman and then I started following him one day and then I disagreed with a post he made about Girls and then we had a minor argument, but then we both liked a gif set from Parks and Recreation and so, when we finally ran into each other at some party in Brooklyn, we were like, ‘Yo. I know you.’ And it was awkward and then we did some dumb show together that fell apart and five years later Fuse gave us a small budget and we made a breakthrough alt comedy show that was cancelled after two seasons.”
We’ll never meet over fighting about demons again.
So I, uh... I've been following this blog AND mymomwatchesgameofthrones for months and somehow had no idea it was you! Ahhh, this is a wonderful realization. Both you and your Mom are hilarious, by the way!
Aw, thanks! I was trying to be coy about it. I wanted My Mom Watches Game of Thrones to sort of be it’s own thing, but I’m at the point where I’m like, “Fuck it! The world should know!!!!”
Last night in my sketch class, two people read a scene from Ghostbusters and my teacher said that Dana was played by Geena Davis, and my soul cried out, “No! It’s Sigourney Weaver!”
My teacher smiled. “Oh, I get them confused. They’re exactly the same.”
Um…Geena Davis is good at baseball, archery and mensa tests and Sigourney Weaver is good at everything*. They are just so different.
*everything = killing aliens, hanging with gorillas, stealing ideas from Melanie Griffith, flirting with Bill Murray and having cheekbones. You know, everything women should aspire to be good at that isn’t baseball, archery or taking mensa tests.
Hey Meghan, I've been a reader of yours for a while now and I found we have a disturbingly high numbers of things in common but this how "a stalker with a bright future as a serial killer of comedians'-letter would start so I'm gotta cut the chase and tell you, I'm italian but I live in LA at the moment and I'm coming to New York in a few days. Any chance that i can come check out a show you're a part of? excuse my atrocious english, if it makes you feel any better I butcher Italian as well.
Hello! Thank you for reading my written things! Don’t worry this is not how “a stalker with a bright future as a serial killer of comedians” would start notes. You haven’t once mentioned that you’d like to “consume my entertainment.” Unfortunately, the only show I have lined up in the next week is my one woman show, “Julie Bell on Julie Bell” at ImprovBoston’s Geek Week on Friday night, so I probably won’t even be in NYC when you’re in NYC. Sorry!
Also, my Italian is the epitome of atrocious. The only phrases I know are “Mi Chiamo Meghan” and “Dove Gabinetti?” Neither of which I’m even sure are Italian. I did write a song called “Dove Gabinetti” in Middle School though, and it remains one of the weirdest, funniest things I’ve ever written that no one will ever see, hear or understand.
I always liked them, but after college I became obsessed. I was going through some serious post-graduate blues and reading about superheroes and heroines fighting impossible odds gave me a bit of inspiration to get through my own internal demons.
One tricky thing about comic books is how their story lines never seem to end. Villains are defeated and then return in implausible ways. There’s a part of you that skeptically asks, “Why can’t they just kill the sick fuck already?” In a universe of impossibilities, the hero’s inability to finish a villain once and for all seems to be perhaps the greatest.
It occurred to me lately that the fact that villains always rise again—in new and somehow unforeseeable ways—might actually be the most realistic parts of comic books. I say this, of course, metaphorically, so please bear with the cheese I’m about to spew. I’ve never fought Loki or Doctor Doom or Apocalypse, but I have struggled with crippling insecurity, bouts of depression and severe anxiety before. I’ve conquered each of these internal villains numerous times over, and just when I think I’m safe and sound, I find myself fighting them again.
I usually go through these battles alone. As a result, I’ve grown to have a bit of bitterness. I have trust issues. I’m afraid to ask for help because for a long time, I wasn’t given any. Going through depression can be scarier when you think no one wants to help you out.
I’ve found in the past few years since moving to New York to do comedy that I’ve often felt especially alone. My childhood insecurities evolved into fear and jealousy and desperation. It’s a personal, emotional business, so if your head isn’t in the right place, often your art won’t be. Likewise, if your work isn’t living up to where you want to be, you can believe it’s a reflection of you and your own personal flaws.
Recently, I did go through yet another little battle with myself. This time, though, I was fortunate to stumble upon a number of supportive people who made me feel as though I wasn’t alone. Their goodwill gave me confidence in myself. Sometimes, when another person I barely knew was just pleasant to me, it was enough to turn my entire day around.
So, thank you to everyone who’s been kind to me in the past few months. You really have no idea how much I appreciate it.
I have trouble asking for help. I’m afraid of looking weak and being taken advantage of. I’ve grown up to be very defensive. Now that I’m adult, I’m beginning to think that the best defense against all this dark crap in my life is a good offense.
So, if I’ve come out of nowhere recently and given you some weird compliment or offered some stupid bit of help, I get it if your first thought was “OMGWTFBBQ?? Who is this girl I barely know or already know and don’t really care for? Why is she doing this???” Well, the reason is slightly selfish. I’m trying to push the darkness out of my heart. What I’m also trying to do is acknowledge that fear and insecurity and jealousy and loneliness aren’t just things I battle. They’re the villains most of us deal with everyday. I can’t tell you how many times I wished that someone would swoop in and help me out with a kind word. A tip about writing or an encouraging word about my show. I’m just trying to be the kind of person I wish I’d had in all those darker moments.
I’m trying to say that my favorite comics were the Avengers and the X-Men and the Marvel team-ups. You know, the ones where the heroes stopped feeling as though they were fighting a hopeless cause by themselves—the ones where they teamed up to help each other against the big bads of that storyline.
So, I’m putting it out there that I’m up for any and all Marvel team-ups. If you need advice about writing for a website, I’ll gladly tell you what I know. If you need help producing a show, hit me up and I’ll offer time, knowledge or manpower. If you are having a bad day and need a drink, I like drinks.
I’m offering any and all help I can give. Just let me know. I want to help. I really, truly want to help. I might be too busy (because God knows I have my hands full), but I will try to help in any way I possibly can.
Oh, and if you ever want me to lend you some comic books, let me know. I have a ton of X-Men and Avengers titles from 2007-2009 and they don’t need to collect so much dust.