Let me start off, as I’m sure everyone does, by saying that I love your books and comedy. Seriously. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve channeled my inner Chelsea to come up with something awkward and crude and hilarious that has simultaneously earned me great esteem and horror from the various people in the room. I owe you like 22 of my Facebook friends, four unworthy suitors, and at least two awesome bridesmaid’s speeches. Minimum.
But your shameless promotion of your own staff and comedians is getting old. I tune in to your show on hulu because I enjoy your humor. Don’t get me wrong, Chuey has his moments, but I like spending my late nights with you, me lady. Not the others.
So, I’ll compromise with ya. By linking to Chris Franjola. And Loni Love. And Josh Wolf. And even Brad Wollack with the annoying hair.
My real unlicensed advice is this, though, write another book already! I’ve got a few titles to recommend:
- 7 Habits of Highly Effective Over-Sharers
- Sisterhood: My Friends and Our Traveling Pants
- Exactly Where the Wild Things Are
