Zebras and Poehler Bears

It seems only fitting that the first post on my newly purchased, bank-breaking laptop is about the self-confessed "showbiz party of one" that is Amy Poehler. Together with Tina Fey, Poehler hosted the Golden Globes for the third and final time earlier this week, so there's been a big buzz about queens of comedy. Much like (read: nothing like) Seth Meyers, growing up I had several interactions with Amy Poehler without knowing it. Attending an all-girls secondary school meant Mean Girls was not only a true reflection of my life, but also the film we were subjected to whenever the term was about to end and work was way off the agenda. Poehler starred in that. Jump forwards a few years to my second year at uni, where a friend introduced me to Parks and Recreations. She'd been watching it for ages and whenever I visited her I caught the odd episode. Oddly only a small part really resonated with me at the time. Three little words that even outdo Chuck Bass. "Treat Yo' Self". Here Poehler was the lead role but I was too busy consuming whole pouches of minstrels to notice. My bad.

And then, quite by mistake, I stumbled across a few SNL skits on YouTube. It was a well I willingly fell down into, and I fell hard. I watched so many Kristen Wiig, Bill Hader and Amy Poehler skits that I started using quotes from them to name my alarms because I need all the help I can get with early mornings. (If it was clear before, it's blaringly obvious now. I am queen of the uncool, a coveted role that only the most socially awkward can ever hope to achieve). Anyway, shortly after my descent into late night comedy I heard that Amy Poehler was bringing out a book. Long story short, it hopped onto my Christmas list and early Christmas morning, it was the present I was most eager to open.