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.’