I live in New York. I am a stand up comic, writer and actor. You may have seen my writing on many 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 was formerly member of the PITtv House Team, Codswallop.
You can email me at megsokay@gmail.com.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I wrote about the new Costume Institute exhibit at the Met for Huffington Post.
I’m really proud of this piece because I think it’s fun and clever, but I fear no one will understand it. However, what I learned from the exhibit was that if you think something is fun and clever, but fear no one will understand it, put it on someone’s head and send it down a Paris runway and then after you’re dead it will be on display at the Met.
(Source: zhofer)
Why do anything when you can just talk about it? And if you have to do anything, it better be so you can talk about it. When Hannah takes a bath with Marnie in the room it’s so she can discuss the fact that she’s taking a bath with Marnie in the room with Marnie. Everything in our lives is now just commentary. Relationships exist to update Facebook statuses
If you comment on it, Lena Dunham wins.
An Open Letter To Anjelica Huston Regarding her Involvement in NBC's Smash | Huffington Post
I wrote this because I think Anjelica Huston needs to know that there are some of us out there who care.
Also:
Please…find a way to make the Marilyn musical all about you. I would take a “Jack Nicholson practicing his lines while wearing a bathrobe” musical number over any Joe DiMaggio-inspired baseball one.
The Benedict Cumberbatch Situation | Huffington Post Comedy
I feel like I could have probably put more thought into publishing this, I needed to get this out of my system so I can think about things other than Benedict Cumberbatch’s performance in Sherlock again.
It’s a great performance. Seriously.
Alan Alda is in love with Marie Curie | Huffington Post
“I’ve read everything about her I could find, studied her scientific papers, and even walked the streets in Paris from where she taught at the Sorbonne to the apartment where she had an affair with her lover — hoping to discover just how breathless she might be when she got there. One day, I was shown through her lab at the Curie Institute, where a page from her notebook (written on the day she discovered radium) is hanging on the wall, behind glass. The young man showing me around the lab swung back the glass and held a Geiger counter up to the page — and it clicked like a tap dancer.
That click was, for me, the rhythmic pulse of Marie’s courage.”
