A couple years ago I did a piece on SNL as Goober the Clown who had an abortion the day before her 23rd birthday. I’m happy to report that same clown is now very happily pregnant from IVF at 40. It’s kind of insane and scary to disclose all of this. But for me- it’s much scarier to think about what could happen after Tuesday’s election. I currently live in a state where I will be able to receive all the healthcare I may possibly need. But we won’t be safe anywhere in the US if there is national ban like the one promised by Project 2025. The Supreme Court has already decided it’s ok to let some of us die depending on our geography and the current Republican nominee brags about being responsible for that Supreme Court decision. I’ve been in lots of waiting rooms with other women throughout my life. Feeling terrified and lonely all those years ago at a clinic in California, to feeling frustrated and anxious in fertility offices in New York the past couple of years, to giddily talking everyone’s ear off and wishing everyone around me good luck like I was Forrest Gump the day of my transfer. I’ve had a friend sit with me and give me the biggest hug after my abortion at 23, only for me to sit with her and give her the biggest hug 17 years later after a difficult pregnancy loss. I had family and strangers reach out after Goober and tell me of their own experiences- some of whom had never shared with anyone before. I’ve seen so many women in these waiting rooms going through their own struggles and journeys with their reproductive health and family planning and bodily autonomy. Some look relieved. Some look excited. Some look fearful. Some look like they are carrying the deep sadness of prior losses and the even deeper hope of some good news finally. Some look as simply dumbstruck happy to be there as me as Forrest Gump on my transfer day. But the one thing nobody in those rooms has ever looked is unable to make her own decisions. Let’s all please vote to protect and uplift and support all of us that share or have shared those waiting rooms together. And for the future ones like the little miss thing I’m really really hopeful I’ll get to meet next spring.
A couple years ago I did a piece on SNL as Goober the Clown who had an abortion the day before her 23rd birthday. I’m happy to report that same clown is now very happily pregnant from IVF at 40. It’s kind of insane and scary to disclose all of this. But for me- it’s much scarier to think about what could happen after Tuesday’s election. I currently live in a state where I will be able to receive all the healthcare I may possibly need. But we won’t be safe anywhere in the US if there is national ban like the one promised by Project 2025. The Supreme Court has already decided it’s ok to let some of us die depending on our geography and the current Republican nominee brags about being responsible for that Supreme Court decision. I’ve been in lots of waiting rooms with other women throughout my life. Feeling terrified and lonely all those years ago at a clinic in California, to feeling frustrated and anxious in fertility offices in New York the past couple of years, to giddily talking everyone’s ear off and wishing everyone around me good luck like I was Forrest Gump the day of my transfer. I’ve had a friend sit with me and give me the biggest hug after my abortion at 23, only for me to sit with her and give her the biggest hug 17 years later after a difficult pregnancy loss. I had family and strangers reach out after Goober and tell me of their own experiences- some of whom had never shared with anyone before. I’ve seen so many women in these waiting rooms going through their own struggles and journeys with their reproductive health and family planning and bodily autonomy. Some look relieved. Some look excited. Some look fearful. Some look like they are carrying the deep sadness of prior losses and the even deeper hope of some good news finally. Some look as simply dumbstruck happy to be there as me as Forrest Gump on my transfer day. But the one thing nobody in those rooms has ever looked is unable to make her own decisions. Let’s all please vote to protect and uplift and support all of us that share or have shared those waiting rooms together. And for the future ones like the little miss thing I’m really really hopeful I’ll get to meet next spring.
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
Best birthday of my life. Everyone should have a baby shower with the greatest group of friends and family on Earth for their 41st. Beautiful friends in wigs sending video messages to future lil bébé, mind blowing magic tricks, Peppermint dancing on the Scholastic building rooftop at 2pm on a Saturday, greatest God Parents’ speeches, old new and chosen family, babies in glam rock mullets, and a delicious birthday breakfast of Ina Garten’s French toast cooked with love by my favorite author of a book about the last queen of Hawaii. Little girl now has a brand new set of one-of-a-kind onesies and a library of favorite books from my favorite people (two copies of The Giving Tree means you’ve got the right people around you). I’m forever grateful for all the smiling I’ve done over the last 24 hours and I think I might just stay smiling for a little while. What an antidote for the gray sad scary exhausting unfathomable unmooring winter. As I said yesterday- While it may seem odd at first to have a giant baby shower, I know how incredibly lucky and grateful I feel to have existed in a time and place where I could make the choice and actually get to safely (knock on wood) become a mom at 41. With a fantastic partner. And I think that’s worthy of a proper fucking celebration!
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
We’re 50 babay. I’m looking forward to doing even more fan girling in February @nymag #RTLNY
#MaybellinePartner You don’t have to go to great lengths for great length. Watch Saturday Night Live on @nbc and streaming on @peacock #SNL50xMaybelline
There is nobody like @rashidasheedz in reminding me how to best live life. I was in a bit of a funk/rut/emo anxiety bullshit right before my friend was gonna come visit. I asked if it would be ok if we went upstate instead of staying in the city. She said OF COURSE! We took off for two days and in the middle of dinner our first night, the owner of the restaurant came to get everyone outside and we saw the “Aurora Sara Borealis” (Rashida VERY proud of this joke). Thought we’d have to run around Iceland to ever see the Northern Lights but we got our own pretty pink light show in the Hudson Valley. We went apple picking and pumpkin staring with Lucy. We made apple crisp. We had cheese (Rashida also VERY proud of saying the Gouda tasted Good-ah as if dads haven’t existed and made this joke since the beginning of cheese) and cukes and carrots and some homemade pickles and our favorite chips and mocktails surrounded by trees. We hung by the frog pond and ruined peaceful videos by declaring “I think that’s raccoon shit” (I looked it up online and it looks like dog shit but a little darker). I love my sis and I love that she is so good at being full of wonder and it makes me feel like I can be full of wonder sometimes too.
