The summer after I turned 22 found me sitting in a Hong Kong studio apartment as Tarzan cut my relaxed hair off. When he finished I was left with 3 ½ inches of thick, curly hair that I hadn’t seen since I was eight years old. “Do you like it?” he asked proudly. I looked in the mirror, choking back tears as I looked at my now practically bald head in horror. I gave him an awkward nod head shake hybrid and squeaked out a “yeah”. Completely over-dramatic because he had done an a

(There’s a cute outfit under that sweatshirt…allegedly…) One big thing I learned in the midst of my wardrobe liposuction was that my clothing of choice was especially good for hiding. Even the things I considered sexy and a bit more risque were still pretty tame. It was all very hot librarian and occasionally like I had stumbled back into my high school uniform. Not very grown and sexy at all. I felt cute and was all stuff that I considered stylish but not exactly tailored fo

A sunny Sunday afternoon in June. I’d just dragged myself out of bed after four hours of improv the day before and bolstered by the cute outfits I’d worn in the shows, I mentioned wanting to update my wardrobe. My roommates took a deep breath and shared a look. Ominous. Uh oh. This wasn’t going to be just a chat. This was…an intervention. It’s not that I hadn’t been thinking about it. I’d been researching branding and marketing; how to run my acting business like the savviest

EGOTist. The name hits me in a stroke of brilliance on the A train. EGOT – a person who’s won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony award. See Audrey Hepburn, Whoopi Goldberg, Rita Moreno, and Mel Brooks. egotist – a person who believes she is better, more important, more talented than other people EGOTist – a person who knows she’s important, talented, and fabulous enough to win the big 4 and lives her life accordingly It was genius! But it also wasn’t me. At least…not yet… This