This thing, whatever unexplainable thing they were doing on that stage, I wanted in,” she writes. “I sat there in complete awe, paralyzed in a new way. If that meeting is love at first sight, so too is her introduction to improv around the same time. It seems like artistic malpractice - or the setup to a joke about millennials - to drive through the Blue Ridge Mountains and put pencil to paper to capture the spectacular natural beauty of … an episode of “The West Wing” she’s just watched on an iPad.įor the most part, though, Jacobson is interested in talking about the things most readers are interested in hearing about, like her meet-cute with her “Broad City” co-creator, Ilana Glazer: “I’d been in New York for about a year, and I remember waiting for the subway on my way home that night, giddy - this was why I moved here, to meet people like her.” The drawings of figs and protein bars and David Bowie record covers interspersed throughout the book give the impression of twee jetsam. Her assessment of vertical indoor gardens is the only assessment of vertical indoor gardens I care to read: “I bet if you have one of these wall plants, it suddenly becomes the most significant thing about you.”īut not every roadside attraction is a must-see. (Jacobson, who’s worn both tucked and untucked shirts, is bi-textile.) A stopover in Sedona, Ariz., where “a 10-year-old computer camera, Velcro’d to the screen of an old Dell desktop,” photographs her aura, is a strange, surprising set piece.
“It was like tucking in my shirt was me coming out as queer, to myself,” she writes. An essay on the relationship between feeling comfortable in your clothes and feeling comfortable in your skin is buoyant and effective. As with any itinerary, some detours here are more rewarding than others.
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