“Wow, I didn’t think you’d be that funny.”
I’m a short, un-athletic, sarcastic, self-depricating fifth-generation David with an accounting degree from Syracuse. No, I’m not Jewish. Jews are already blamed for too many things that aren’t their fault, and I don’t want to add me to their tab.
Sometime in my mid-20s, I asked myself, “What, honestly, am I any good at?” (My internal monologue doesn’t have very good grammar). Avoiding the typical career counselor clichés about being an organized ‘people-person’ who ‘thinks outside the box’ but sometimes ‘cares too much’, I came up with this:
- Public speaking
As if I didn’t appear Jewish enough already, I wrote and performed my first stand-up comedy set. It didn’t go horribly – much better than other “first times” I’ve experienced, but that isn’t saying much. I was hooked.
The sort-of quote at the top of the page can’t be attributed to any one person; it’s a sentiment expressed to me by a number of friends who came and saw my act. I’m not above accepting backhanded compliments.
I joke about me: my experiences, my warped worldview, my insecurities, my inability to lose my gut no matter how many different ways Men’s Health Magazine tells me I can, and my overwhelming feeling that most people take everything too damn seriously. Relax, and enjoy my comedy.