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I was born in New Jersey
and raised in the fair hamlet of Teaneck, home of the Isley Brothers.
After 4 years at Carnegie Mellon University, I came to New York to
pursue acting professionally. I languished in sorrow and Fritos for
a year and half, enduring a steady stream of rejection, broken occasionally
by an appearance in a sparsely attended showcase production of an
obscure play, somewhere obscure.
One day, after having received a particularly painful rejection, I
decided to get up off my tuchis and head down to Gladys' Comedy Room
to try my hand at stand-up comedy. I wrote my act on the 2nd avenue
bus whilst travelling between 81st and 53rd streets, had two gin and
tonics, got up on the stage and killed. I then decided that while
acting would always be my first love, stand-up was a way to get my
performing jones out in the meantime. |
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Shortly thereafter I
landed a sketch comedy pilot on ABC, followed by some regional theater,
followed by a Spike Lee movie, followed by more theater and TV and
so it went. Somehow or another, this ol' goofus from New Jersey had
herself an acting career. |
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