The creative agency has been asking me to write an “About “ page for the last 3 months. Thus far I have successfully ignored them. It’s the worst thing in the world to try and write an accurate or even logical description of oneself. And reflecting on the question, “Who am I?” only leads to crying, inhaling whole bags of Doritos, and considering changing your name to Tootie as you binge watch reruns of The Facts of Life.
I have been an actress, director, writer, and panty stacker at the Victoria’s Secret. I once applied to law school (they said no). I am historically bad at dating, cooking, and settling down. I like horror movies and pickles from those big jars in gas stations. Children confuse me, Louboutins do not. I live between New York City, Los Angeles, and Montgomery, Alabama. I am an overeducated, under-employed, extremely dramatic, fun loving, international fabulous person. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. I was indeed a proper Southern debutante and I still believe wholeheartedly in manners, elegance, and a sterling silver flatware service for 48. I also believe in dropping a well placed F bomb. Because I like to party.