Yes PLease by Amy Poehler

Review: Yes Please by Amy Poehler

I love Amy Poehler. I’m not even sure where this love comes from, as I don’t think I’ve watched much of what she has done. Nonetheless, the woman is awesome.

I pre-ordered Yes Please as soon as I knew it was being published, months ago. I knew this was a book I wanted to read. I wouldn’t say it wowed me, but if you’ve not read it yet you should. A vast chunk went by me as she talked about improv and SNL, but her upbeat, I’m-human-and-hate-myself-a-little-too attitude was a delight to read. Anyone who says self-deprecation doesn’t have its place is an idiot. Being proud of what you’ve done is brilliant, disliking yourself at the same time is human.

‘It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for. It takes years to find your voice and seize your real estate.’

I enjoy reading memoirs, either for the insight into the lives of others or for experiences similar to my own (which in turn makes me feel less of an odd-ball.) Amy has taught me that I need to work a lot harder at what I love, say yes more than no, and that life can begin at 30 or 40.

‘”Relax” is a real tough one for me. Another one is “smile.” “Smile doesn’t really work either. Telling me to relax or smile when I’m angry is like bringing a birthday cake to an ape sanctuary. You’re asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off.’

This. I get told to smile all the time and it takes all I have to not scream in that person’s face. Poehler has a fantastic way of mentioning all the ways she has been less than nice (or as I like to call it, acted like the rest of the world) and making herself sound totally reasonable. I don’t hate her for not being perfect, I like her more for it.

Yes Please was a delightful Sunday read, get stuck in, even if it’s only for this one story which made me literally laugh out loud. I do not exaggerate when I say books rarely make me laugh.

‘All of my lower-middle-class Boston issues rose to the surface. I don’t like it when bratty, privileged old white guys speak to me like I’m their mouthy niece. I got that amazing feeling you get when you know you are going to looser it in the best, most self-righteous way. I just leaned back and yelled, “FUUUUUUCK YOU.” Then I chased him as he tried to get away from me.’

10 thoughts on “Review: Yes Please by Amy Poehler

  1. I love Amy Poehler too! And supposedly she is also a really nice person just in life — my friend was once hailing a cab in uptown NYC, and she came up and started hailing a cab too, and the cab wanted to take her, and she was like, No, no, this guy was here first. MANNERS. (Also, a noble sacrifice: Hailing a cab is a big nuisance, and on a bad day, I might have taken that cab instead of yielding it to the person who was there first.)

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    1. I have such a girl crush on her, she sounds so lovely (despite thinking she is a meaney). I think having to hail a cab in NY, as a cripplingly British person, would end me.

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  2. I also really want to read this, and it’s funny, I like Amy Poehler a lot but also haven’t seen her in much. I love reading such memoir/aphoristic books: have you read the Tina Fey/Sarah Silverman/Lena Dunham/Caitlin Moran ones?

    In an interview a while back, Poehler recounted a moment on SNL when I think Jimmy Kimmel said to her: “Stop it, I don’t like that” when she was doing something vaguely provocative. You can imagine her response.

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    1. I’ve not read Sarah Silverman (not sure I’d like her, is it her memoir good?) but I’ve read Fey, Dunham and Moran – and enjoyed them all.

      I bet her response was amazing, I wish I had been there to see it.

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