I’m the newest blogger for LifeStyleDaily.com! Check out my first feature, “The 5 Most Fearless Women in Comedy”:
Comedy is scary. Making an audience laugh means getting inside their heads and surprising them with aggressive, brutal honesty. It is, by no means, a ladylike endeavor. Maybe that’s why female comediennes have been running up against the old cliché that women aren’t funny since the first cavegirl stepped up on stage to deliver her set at a prehistoric open mic night.
In 2013, the old adage that comedy is a man’s game seems less relevant than ever. Slowly but surely, funny women are elbowing their way into some of the most coveted positions in the world of wit, and they all have one thing in common: they are fearless.
There are plenty of people who love to shit on LA and how shallow and shitty and artless and heartless it all is.
All I can say is: “Fuck off. The ‘thrust it’ guy from ‘Showgirls’ is my friend now.”
That’s right. These are the people in MY neighborhood. Living in LA means you sometimes get to meet the person behind those insane movie personalities than embed themselves in your minds–like Patrick Bristow, the guy who screams at Nomi Malone to “THRUST IT!” while rehearsing for her opening night in Vegas. You know–Ellen‘s best gay friend on “Ellen”? When Ellen was still afraid to be gay herself? And “The Wigmaster” on “Seinfeld“?
He also happens to be, seriously, one of the greatest living improvisers in the entire world. Go take his classes at Improvatorium. He’s a genius. That’s one of the greatest things about living in Los Angeles (besides the constant temp of 72 throughout the winter and the citywide acceptance of the use of antidepressants)–you get to meet people that made you laugh before you ever met them–and then you get to find out that they’re super nice.
No biggie. Just a picture of me and a handful of the greatest improvisers in the entire world. I don’t know why I’m holding my hand like that. I think I was instinctually doing the overwhelmed hand-to-chest-OMG-I’m-so-honored-to-be-here type thing, but it looks like I’m showing off an engagement ring on the wrong hand.
Never thought I’d end up in a picture like this in my wildest dreams. OK fine, in my WILDEST dreams but those were like–WILD. Hope my creepy dream about meeting the ghost of Conrad Bain come true next!
In a fortuitous mistake (for me), the LA Weekly mistakenly billed me as one of the “stars” of the Groundlings New Year’s Eve spectacular. Even better? They referred to me as “Liz Brown of The Liz Brown Show”. Even better than that? They put a picture of some seriously intense magicians in the next story, and the way it’s set up, it looks to me like they’re referring to me and Matt Cook. Thanks LA Weekly!
I’m totally trippin’ man. This weekend is my first show as part of the new Groundlings Sunday Company.
Five years ago I was a violently depressed social worker. I could have kept going on that track for the rest of my life, but I somehow narrowly escaped a fate worse than death and am now part of the Groundlings Sunday Company? QUUUEEEE????
I’m sure everyone who gets cast in Sunday Co. is super grateful. For me, though, in addition to the awesomeness of getting to perform with really talented people on an amazing stage, I feel like this signifies the official, total end to my life as a social worker. That part of my life really, truly is completely over now.
I mean, except for the $60,000 in grad school loans I still have to pay back.