Amy Poehler opens up
We’re living in a golden era for funny women writing funny memoirs. (See: Tina Fey, Mindy Kaling and Lena Dunham.)
The latest to throw her hat into the ring is Amy Poehler, the wild-eyed improv queen who always seems like she’s simultaneously about to give you a hug and open up a can of whoop ass.
In Yes Please, she weaves stories from her childhood and career with general advice and hilarious shenanigans. One chapter is dedicated to ridiculous birth plans (“The parents would like to time this thing to Dark Side of the Moon.”) There’s another on award acceptance speeches she wishes she’d given. (“To the love of my life, George Clooney, a man who wore me down until I finally gave in and let him have sex with me. You’re welcome.”)
Poehler does talk candidly about her insecurities and struggles (weight loss, working-mom stuff), but she’s also refreshingly quick to credit her talent and tenacity for every “break” she’s gotten.
More than anything, though, Yes Please is a love letter to her collaborators along the way--Tina Fey, Lorne Michaels, Seth Meyers, the entire Parks and Rec cast. And as a result, she comes across as generous and down-to-earth, the kind of woman you’d want to befriend on the playground while only half-watching your kid lick rocks.