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 (McSweeney's, 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.
Life's weird, right?
Our story this week: something a little different. For a year now, we’ve been bringing you stories that we thought were funny, many of which came from disasters, traumatic events in the lives of the storytellers. It’s in many of our natures and especially in the nature of the kind of person who gets up on the stage to tell these stories for a room full of strangers, to laugh at the macabre and the dark, to smile and snark in spite of terror. A few weeks ago, comedian Julia Weideman took the stage at the UCB East in New York and wrestled that instinct to the ground. When the dust cleared, we had a story, one she had never told before, with no punch lines, no clever similes, no witty rejoinders, and yet it was a story we knew we had to share with you.
Julia Wiedeman is the writer and star of the brilliant one-woman show, Naked People at the UCB theater in New York. If you’re quick you can catch her performing it tonight. Or, see her and her show at the Women in Comedy Festival in Boston, March 21st through the 24th.
While Julia made it out alive, for many women the consequences of domestic and dating violence are far, far worse. One of the best organizations working to change this is Break the Cycle. Please visit breakthecycle.org to learn more and consider donating to the cause of helping youth end the cycle of violence.
I was in person for this and it is astounding. Listen to it.
I’m singing Christmas carols tonight at Maude night at the UCB Chelsea. It should be cool. I was cast on my great talent of walking down 7th Ave at the same time as Siobhan to whom I said, “Hey! How are you?”, to which she replied, “CAN YOU SING?!? YOU CAN SING RIGHT?!?!”
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.