The Bedwetter

Photo: Zimbio

Sarah Silverman is an adorable-tomboy-next-door with a heart of gold and tongue of acid. She talks dirty and makes jokes that are provocative, or offensive, depending on whether you find her funny or not. She’s the kind of comedian who loves nothing better than venturing into the risky topics of race, sex and religion to nimbly navigate some potentially explosive stuff.

So, after taking her unique brand of  comedy to television with Comedy Central’s The Sarah Silverman Program and warming up the Internet with her YouTube videos “I’m F***ing Matt Damon” and “Sell The Vatican, Feed The World,” she makes her literary debut with The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee.

I just finished reading it.

Photo: Harper Collins

You might be surprised to hear that it’s not merely a collection of gags and stand-up leftovers.  Sarah’s book is, in fact,  a nicely crafted narrative about how a rebellious comic perspective evolved and became inseparable from the person who employs it, and how anyone who could find offense in that is really the butt of the joke. The book also offers consistently engaging stories of alternative-comedy icons before they were semi-famous, and provides dimension to a high-profile stand-up who’s always been accused of being one-note.

She deftly mixes the funny stuff with an enlightened look back at her not-so-charmed life and career. The book’s title is a reference to the chronic enuresis that plagued Silverman into her teens, but Silverman also writes about dealing with severe depression and, as a result, a seriously misprescribed Xanax regimen. The book is irreverent, funny and sometimes emotional.

The quirky comedian details the ups and downs of her life with candor and an impressive capacity for self-reflection, all while spouting sweetly profane aphorisms. Most chapters are only vaguely organized, but the strange combination of irreverent silliness and undiluted earnestness makes her book a great read.

Conclusion: I love Sarah Silverman and I think her book is as cute as she is.

Girls Night In The City

Photo: HBO

Thanks to The Style Spy, the lovely Melissa and I were lucky enough to be able to attend the premiere screening of Sex and the City 2 last night. Donning cute dresses, with our complimentary Big City cupcakes and swag bags  in hand, we sat in the centre of the theatre with huge smiles on our faces while we experienced 2.5 hours of fashion, glamour, sisterhood and humor.

The plot was much lighter than the first film, less drama.  But the extravagance factor was turned up full blast. I’d heard mixed reviews going in (Ivanka Trump claims to have left early because she disliked it so much), so I suppose I adjusted my expectations accordingly; however, I did really enjoy it. What’s not to love? It felt like catch up time with my favourite well dressed New Yorkers.

Photo: IMDB

There’s still some special kind of  magic and chemistry within this group of babes.  No matter how mediocre the script, spending time with these ladies who we have come to love, while appreciating the beautiful designer fashions and accessories that they are draped in from head to toe equals FUN.

Afterward, we scored tickets to the “Carrie On” after party at Joey’s Burrard, sponsored by the Beat 94.5 FM. We spent the rest of the evening drinking (what else?) cosmos, tasting delicious appies and engaging in some serious girl talk.  We even walked away with adorbable SATC2 martini glasses. Love-love.

Photo: IMDB

Oh, and Lee– when can Mel and I come to visit you in the “new Middle East?” We want to wear Vuitton and Chanel while we ride camels and drink cocktails in the sand of Abu Dhabi.

Mama, I Love You

Photo: Gerry Kahrmann, Vancouver Sun

The Sun Run in the sunshine  and then a delicious lunch on the patio at Section (3) with my wonderful mama. I couldn’t imagine a better way to have spent this Mother’s Day.

Oh yeah, did you see our 15 seconds of fame  article that hit newstands last Thursday?

I couldn’t ask for a better mom, that’s for sure. True story.