I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.
You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.
I don't want to talk about anything with you except Star Trek Into Darkness.
A Dance With Dragons: I was finally sober enough to finish this bitch. I didn’t like it as much as I liked A Storm of Swords, but I’ll never love any book that doesn’t feature “The Lord’s Kiss” as much as I loved A Storm of Swords.
The Hobbit: Oh, yes. I like you, yes. You are fun. You don’t need to be three movies, though. If you are three movies, the third one needs to end with Gandalf turning to Frodo while they’re en route to the Grey Havens and saying, “And THAT, dear Frodo, is how I met your mother.”
Agorafabulous: My frond wrote this and it’s genius and funny and great! You should read it too!
Bossypants: I re-read you and like you more now. Ta-ta!
The Lies of Locke Lamora: Talk about Girl in a Refrigerator. There’s a girl in a barrel of horse piss. Next level stuff. Oh, and a villain named the Falconer. That’s important because I drunkenly told Will Forte about it. I didn’t finish. I had like 80 pages to go. But I won’t care, can’t care, because…
Your Voice in My Head: So good. So very good. So good. Everyone read this!
Mockingjay: Are you shitting me? THAT’S HOW IT ENDS?
The Fault In Our Stars: Look, I really really like John Green as a writer. Not sure how I feel about him as a storyteller. The characters and plot of this book could have come out of a 14 year old girl’s journal—Hell, it could have come out of my 14 year old self’s journal—except when I was 14 I was writing stories about assassins and guns and bombs and space battles, so maybe no. I just think John Green is better than this. I mean that as a compliment.
The Outcast: British people messing each other up in the 1950’s? Eh. Okay. SPOILERS: I’m sad the character I sympathized with most dies in the first act though. She was awesome. She was drunk all the time.
Girls Like Us: I still haven’t finished this. Apparently, in order to be a genius, I have to have some sort of friendship or affair with Paul Simon. Good to know.
Anna Karenina: I got to the part where Vronsky couldn’t stop worrying about his horses and then I was like, “Fuck it. I know how it ends.”
Moab Is My Washpot: I started reading this, put it on pause, and I’m picking it up again. Here’s my one issue with it thus far: I don’t think it was outlined. Also, there are moments where I feel I’m reading a bildungsroman and other moments where I feel I’m reading a book on E.M. Forster criticism. But hey, it’s Stephen Fry.
The Art of War: I was told I needed to read this to work in entertainment. So I’m re-reading it. En garde!
How To Be A Woman: Love. Love. Love. Yes. Yes. Yes. There are a few things I disagree with Caitlin Moran on, but by and large what a book. Every woman—and man—should read this. It goes into the corners of female life that Tina Fey and Mindy Kaling wouldn’t.
I only read like 5 books—if that—last year, so I consider 2012 to be a vast improvement.