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
Every time I pass this dress in the window of Saks Fifth Avenue on my lunchtime constitutional, I hear “On the Street Where You Live,” from My Fair Lady.
Sadly, I noticed today that they are changing the Saks windows, so my unrequited love affair is at an end.
Sometimes I think I could be so happy working in a flower shop.
And speaking of flower shops.
Last night at one of the parties the PR girl was rattling off the names of celebrities in attendance and Kunst and I weren’t really paying attention, until she said “Eliza Doolittle” at which point both our heads perked up, but then this was followed by “…….the singer” and then we were disappointed because just for a moment, against all logic, we thought MAYBE the fictional character from My Fair Lady was in attendance, and THAT would be a VIP to get excited about.
The WORST thing about this Eliza Doolittle-as-a-singer thing is that she was interviewed on NPR the other night and dearest Linda Wertheimer was all, “are you named after Henry Higgins’ girlfriend?”
And I replayed it.
Twice.
It’s really what she said.
Has she not read Pygmalion or seen My Fair Lady?
Eliza Doolittle is not, nor will she ever be, Henry Higgins’ girlfriend.
And this is just another example of Chiara writing something nice and me taking it off in another direction, causing Chiara to bitch about me to other gchat friends.
Let the record stand that as soon as I found out about Eliza Doolittle I made plans on my facebook wall status to become a UK pop singer named “Cecily Cardew”.
Also, one of the best moments of my life was dropping a basket of violet bubble bars as I was working in Lush Covent Garden, because I realized that I had just dropped a basket of “violets” in Covent Garden. And I was wearing an apron. And customers were frowning at me.
