Amy Poehler’s book is doing me a world of good right now.
“Great job,” he said.
“You guys missed my cue,” I said.
“No one noticed”
“I did”
“Relax, it was great.”
“Relax” is a real tough one for me. Another tough 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 into an ape sanctuary. You’re just asking to get your nose and genitals bitten off.
Her stories and vignettes about her life and career are good therapy for women. Check it out.
Mystery of Iniquity 