Shows!: Hold The Mayo Podcast 6/30/15


Hold The Mayo

Last night I had the absolute pleasure of being a guest on comedian Jay Mayo’s Hold The Mayo podcast. We talk about music, hatred for Madonna and hipster, comedy, love, and forming hate groups.

It was so much fun and I really encourage everyone to subscribe. Jay has a great interview style, which is why this podcast’s popularity is skyrocketing.

Here’s a bunch of places you can find the episode:

Direct Download:

http://traffic.libsyn.com/holdthemayopodcast/HTM_EP_67_Marie_Forster.mp3

iTunes
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/hold-the-mayo/id835403849

Stitcher App
stitcher.com/s?fid=54468&re

Spreaker App:

https://www.spreaker.com/user/holdthemayopodcast

Website:

www.holdthemayopodcast.libsyn.com

Enjoy! xoxo

Funnier Broad: Alyssa Limperis


I’ve had the opportunity to meet and work with some incredibly talented women in comedy. One of those women is Alyssa Limperis.

She is the first of several interviews that I will be sharing spotlighting stories, experiences, and overall views of comedy.  Continue reading “Funnier Broad: Alyssa Limperis”

Sorry, Not sorry.


A few weeks ago, I watched a hilarious skit on Inside Amy Schumer. The skit centered on a four-women panel, speaking at an innovation conference. They were smiling, sitting confidently, waiting for the questions to begin. There was a sense of importance, pride in each of their faces. The moderator, who was a man, began with quick introductions down the line. When introducing Amy, he mispronounces her last name. Amy sheepishly smiles, mumbles, “Sorry!” and rushes into an apology for his error. The moderator continues, barely acknowledging her, then continues to the next woman. The introductions progress with more mispronounced names, or inaccurate credits of accomplishments. The apologies become more frequent and frenzied; they’re sorry for asking questions, asking for a glass of water (but got coffee instead). The skit ends with a panelist losing her legs, screaming she’s sorry for ruining everything.

Continue reading “Sorry, Not sorry.”

Life is a Highway (I don’t want to be stuck in traffic with you.)


I was driving on the highway recently and passed a friend of mine. It was a quick exchange, no big deal. After she passed me, I felt a huge sense of relief that it happened on the highway and not in city traffic. If any of my readers drive a car, you will know what I’m talking about.

Continue reading “Life is a Highway (I don’t want to be stuck in traffic with you.)”

Head of Christ?


This past weekend, I had about an hour and a half of uninterrupted television time. It’s Easter season and I was trying to get in that cheery, “mob kills a man who then comes back from the dead to save your soul” mood. I found myself settling on the critically-acclaimed HBO series, Six Feet Under. Yes, the same Six Feet Under that premiered in 2001. I know, I’m a bit of a late bloomer.

For those of you who DON’T know what the show is about (mom), it depicts the Fischer family, who’s family business is running a funeral home. There is the overbearing wife and mother, Ruth. David, the neurotic, perfection seeking, closeted middle child. Claire, who is a late-teen/early twenty-something who’s only concern in life is getting high and living recklessly. Lastly, there’s Nate. He’s the eldest son, the one who escaped to Seattle and away from death. Alas, he didn’t get too far. Why? Oh, because (14-YEAR-LATE-SPOILER ALERT!), the patriarch of the family dies in a car accident and he now needs to run the business. Continue reading “Head of Christ?”

Dr. Feelgood


Yesterday was “International Women’s Day”, so of course I made a snarky comment about celebrating in the kitchen. I don’t believe in God, or karma, or any of those things, but I woke up today feeling like a pile of poop threw up another pile of poop. I think Gloria Alred put a curse on me. I got about 3 hours of sleep total. It was awful, especially since I was laying next to my boyfriend who seemed to be having the best sleep of his life. I’m pretty sure he smiled at one point. I was miserable.

Being the independent woman I am, I woke up and dragged myself into the shower (read: I have to go to work because I don’t have a sugar daddy). Every 20 seconds or so, I had that gun-to-your-head decision: puke or poop? Absolutely awful. Somehow, I managed to get out of the house and into work. As soon as I stepped in, my coworker literally said, “Yikes. You look like you’re still asleep.” That just translates into, “You look like garbage.” Awesome. Continue reading “Dr. Feelgood”