Whoever said women can’t be funny has never seen Molly Shannon perform. This actress, comedienne, and Saturday Night Live alum have been making audiences laugh for more than twenty years.
Her new autobiography, entitled Hello, Molly!: A Memoir, which was co-written with Sean Wilsey, was published last month. Her life was forever changed at the age of four when her mother, younger sister, and cousin were killed in a car crash. Her father was behind the wheel. Raising his surviving daughters as best he could, Molly had a unique childhood that opened the door to her future career as a performer. While becoming a celebrated actor/comedienne, she struggled with the loss of her mother and her complicated relationship with her father.
I loved this book. It is candid, it is funny, and it speaks to the power of belief and rising above tragedy. What hooked me was her ability to deal with grief in a way that was not overpowering or stopped her from living.
Do I recommend it? Absolutely.
P.S. I cannot end this post without talking about my favorite character of Molly’s, Mary Katherine Gallagher. Mary Katherine was the rare comedic combination of insecure, fearless, and not afraid to be herself. The comedy love child of Lucille Ball and Chris Farley, this character never failed to make me laugh.
Hello, Molly!: A Memoir is available wherever books are sold.
When one reaches the peak of success in Hollywood, the assumption maybe that the problems this person had when they were not famous disappear. Their life is nothing short of perfection. The truth is that their pre-fame issues remain the same (or may even be magnified) with the harsh spotlight that comes with being in the public eye.
Saturday Night Live‘s Cecily Strong released her new memoir in August. Entitled This Will All Be Over Soon: A Memoir, the book tells her story of losing her beloved cousin, Owen, to cancer and the emotional destruction that Covid-19 has left in its wake. When he passed away in early 2020, Strong was devastated. Her grief was compounded when New York City became the epicenter of the virus a few months later. Needing a break from everything, she left the city, took refuge in a house upstate and began to write.
I like that it is set in a diary format. Strong reveals a personal side of herself that television viewers have not seen of her. She lays her mental health cards on the table, talking about emotions that are private, deep, and a little bit uncomfortable. My problem is that I expected to feel everything that she puts on the page. Unfortunately, I was not, which a dam shame.
Satire is a beautiful thing. But it can also cross the line.
During the Weekend Update portion of last weekend’s Saturday Night Live, anchor Michael Che made a joke about Israel. To say that it did not go over well is an understatement.
The question I have to ask, is it satire or antisemitism?
I get that it was a joke. Weekend Update is not your serious local weeknight news. It is supposed to be funny and perhaps bordering on not exactly being 100% politically correct.
That being said, I can’t help but agree that it did have a slightly anti-Semitic undertone. My people have been persecuted and murdered because of the lies that have been told about us.
Unlike other countries (ahem, United States) on which the the rollout of the vaccine programs have been unnecessarily complicated or messy, the Israeli government got their shit together. As of February 4th, US News & World Report put out a story that all Israelis over the age of sixteen were able to get the vaccine. The important word in this headline is all. There was no mention of any specific group that was either pushed to the head of the line or denied access because of their religious or cultural background.
I’ve been a fan of SNL for more than twenty years, this program is usually the highlight of my weekend. I can usually laugh at anything. But this joke, I cannot and will never be able to laugh at.
The American dream has always been a version of the following: owning one’s home, happily married, raising healthy and content children, and perhaps owning a pet.
But for some of us who are part of the millennial generation, the dream is just that.
The Zillow sketch that aired on Saturday Night Live over the weekend speaks of the painful truth.
The professional and social security net that our parents and grandparents knew does not exist anymore. Decades ago, it was not uncommon to get a job straight of school, stay in that job for decades, and retire comfortably in one’s fifties or sixties. With that steady income, homeownership was almost guaranteed.
For most adults under a certain age, this is a pipe dream. Due to any number of factors (which Covid has only made worse), the job market has ebbs and flows, creating highs and lows when it comes to employment numbers. The housing market is worse. According to experts, one’s rent or mortgage should be no more than 30% of their monthly bills.
I would love for that to be the case. I don’t know about other housing markets, but in New York City, some homes cost millions of dollars. The 30% rule is already out the window when the cost of renting a one-bedroom apartment is the same as a mortgage on a four-bedroom house with a large plot of land and a driveway outside of the city.
The skit was not meant (in my mind at least) to shame Zillow (or any real estate company). It simply pointed out that for many people, home ownership is being their reach and will never come to fruition.
For the last few years, he has been been the legal stooge of you know who. As of this afternoon, it was announced that he has Covid-19.
Karma, once more is a delightful bitch. While she and Covid-19 strike indiscriminately, this time, her aim is right where it needs to be. I would wish a speedy recovery, but given his recent actions, I wouldn’t waste my breath.
The purpose of a Presidential debate is simple. It allows both candidates to present themselves to the public. They are asked a series of questions that allows them to talk about their views and policies. At the end of the night, the voter may or may not be swayed in a specific direction, but they have at least heard the necessary information.
Last night was supposed to be the first Presidential debate. Thought calling it a shit show is an understatement, Jake Tapper put it best.
“That was a hot mess inside a dumpster fire inside a train wreck,”
This was not a debate. It was verbal fisticuffs.
Though Biden was not perfect, I have to hand it to him. Other people might have jumped across the stage and let their fists do the talking. But he remained as calm as he could have been, given the circumstances.
His opponent on the other hand, was another story, The color of his face is either the result of spending hours in a tanning bed or putting on an entire case of bronzer. He proved once more than he has the temperament and maturity of schoolyard bully who refuses to see beyond number one.
If there was one answer that spoke volumes, it was his answer to the question about hate and white nationalist groups. The fact that he would not condemn them publicly is just another reason to vote for the Democratic ticket.
I’m not an undecided voter, anyone who reads this blog regularly knows that I made up my mind a long time ago. If one of the goals of last night was to convince the undecided voter, the arrow did not even get close to the target.
I hope and pray that in November, this country comes to its senses and votes this clown (as Biden put it) out of office for good.
P.S. Saturday Night Live is starting their new season this weekend. They more than enough material to work with.
Activism is not always done standing on a soapbox with a microphone in one’s hand. It can be done working quietly behind the scenes.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away on Friday. Born and raised in a Jewish family in Brooklyn, she came of age in an era when most women quietly settled in marriage and motherhood. She could have followed the pack, but chose another life. That life led her to become only the second women to join the United States Supreme Court. Serving nearly three decades, she was a feminist and icon in every sense of the word.
I can’t think of any other Supreme Court Justice who has deified on Saturday Night Live. Kate McKinnon is perfection.
Her passing represents more than her physical death. The question comes up of who should replace her. If precedent has anything to say, whomever fills her seat will not be named until after November. But, given the current state of American politics, I would not be surprised if there was already a list of potential replacements waiting in the wings.
In the words of our mutual ancestors, may her memory be a blessing and an inspiration to fight for equality.