Peach Tree Dish
A Comedy Goddess Slinks & Snarks Among Us
She is every woman rolled up into one woman.
She is snarky, broody, smart, and funny.
She is alternately cute/pretty/beautiful/stunning. She is sexy, sensual, and sometimes dorky. She is also sugar and spice (mostly spice), and she is a bad girl.
That’s why I am madly in love with Sarah Silverman.
This Jewish Jezebel initially came to my attention when she first appeared on Saturday Night Live back in its more unfunny days. Oh, wait, that coulda been just last week, so I guess I should be more specific. It was during the early 1990s. I’d never seen a woman like her before (or since for that matter—Sarah Silverman is unique among womankind).
She is exotic; her almost indefinable beauty borders on the surreal. That luxuriant black hair, often done in a pixyish set of pony tails, her vocabulary (that of a sailor on a three-day pass), her satirical insights. Anyway, there was something about her; a mischievous quality that barely masked the raging estrogen storm beneath. I could feel the allure of her right through the stupid TeeVee.
Hooked? Yup, you betcha. Right away.
She appeared in community theater at age 12 and on a local Boston area show at 15. When she was 17 she plunged into stand-up territory, singing a song (“Mammaries”) to a restaurant crowd. After graduating high school she attended New York University and continued stand-up in Greenwich Village.
She got a writing/performing gig on Saturday Night Live for the 1992-1993 season, but she was fired as her sketches weren’t making it past dress rehearsal, and none of her material ever aired (though she performed on the show).
She floated around doing stand-up. She featured as a performer on HBO’s Mr. Show (1995–97). She’s been on Seinfeld (1997), on Star Trek: Voyager (1996), on Greg the Bunny as a series regular (2002), and she did Monk a few times (from 2004-2008) as a recurrent character. She also did three seasons of an eponymous comedy show on Comedy Central.
She’s had parts in the films There's Something About Mary, Say It Isn't So, School of Rock, and School for Scoundrels (among others), playing a variety of characters.
More recently, she appearedWestern comedy, A Million Ways to Die in the West. This Seth MacFarlane (of Fox TV’s animated sitcom, Family Guy, fame) vehicle tanked at the box office. [Though it was infinitely more interesting and funnier than his first feature, Ted (2102), which did not star Sarah Silverman. While box office gold, Ted really was a crappy movie.]
Sarah schlepped her humorous essays book, The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption, and Pee. [Clinically depressed and taking Zoloft for that problem, she unabashedly admits to being a chronic bedwetter well into her late teens; she stated in an interview that she had wet the bed once most recently in 2007.] The book was released in April 2010; by early May 2010, it was on The New York Times “Best-Seller List”.
Smart, sexy Sarah is multi-talented!
Many people simply do not like Sarah Silverman. They think she is too edgy or offensive. She isn’t—she’s just in your face, that’s all.
In direct comparison, Chris Rock’s stand-up is way more “offensive” than anything Sarah has ever said. I think the public believes it’s somehow more titillating to hear rough comedy material coming
A prime example of “controversy” surrounding my darling is this exchange.
In 2001 on NBC's Late Night with Conan O'Brien Sarah used the ethnic slur “chink”.
She explained a friend had advised her she could avoid jury duty by writing a racial slur on the selection form, “Something inappropriate, like ‘I hate chinks’,” Sarah said.
She decided she didn’t want to appear racist, so she reported, “I wrote ‘I love chinks’. And who doesn’t?”
She used the joke as satire of the racist thought process. But she got slammed for the word’s on-air use, however, by an Asian watch-dog group. The “controversy” blew over soon enough, though.
Sarah has never offended me.
Well, maybe in one way.
My only beef concerns her choice in men.
Or at least her choice in one particular man.
Her relationship with Jimmy Kimmel threw me completely and remains a mystery. I mean, Kimmel may very well be a great guy. I’d like to believe my Sarah, if not with me, is with some other great guy. But I don’t know Kimmel, so I can’t say what kind of guy he is. All I know is what I can see, and the incongruity of the exquisite Sarah Silverman with this golem (for, Lo’, those many years) was intolerable.
Though I'm not insanely jealous, I'll admit, however, I’m somewhat envious of Kimmel's getting to shlump his Barney-Rubblerian/Flintstonian, jug-headed, no-neck frame around the lithesome Sarah on multiple occasions when I, who truly love her, haven’t even done it once!
I think she could do better. [And she has these days. Her most recent guy, though still not me, looked positively humanoid; Sarah refuses to get married, though, until gay people unilaterally have the same rights to marry as she does, so for now she’s free-rangin’ her love life.]
Sarah Silverman has spread herself over many different fronts. She has done TV, movies, live theater, and studio recordings.
I love Sarah’s volatility, her chameleon qualities.
Sarah looks like she knows things, dirty things.
Her eyes flash from sparkling glee to a mildly cold stare, and I am completely taken by this. Her lip biting—too
But she isn’t all just looks, although she literally has the transformative ability to be any woman.
Nope. I love her persona, her essence. Sarah is the kind of woman who won’t take any of your guff, either; she’d give you a run for your money, I bet.
Did I mention she’s a bad girl?
Well, there you go—that’s why I am madly in love with Sarah Silverman.
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