I bought ‘Yes Please’ hoping for some light reading and cheering up on one of those days. It reads as a mish-mash scrapbook of memoirs, poems, and autobiographical life lessons. Word of advice – I definitely recommend purchasing a hardcopy over the kindle version (as I did – big mistake). Every chapter is segmented with random photos, glossy quotes and snapshots of childhood memorabilia – which just don’t quite cut it on a kindle.
I love Amy – she’s hilarious. I expected humour, Hollywood snippets, and flashbacks of her career highs and lows – all of which this book provides. There’s a whole lotta SNL/Parks+Rec references sprinkled throughout, and I continuously found myself sidetracked from reading and taking youtube breaks to refresh my memory of the various sketches she recalls.
What was totally unexpected was how motivational I found this book in general. I expected it to be light and airy – and in fairness there’s a lot of filler throughout; (blank pages for your thoughts and all that craic), but there’s a definite undercurrent throughout of how to be content in yourself with what you are. Which I loved… And I guess her friendship with Tina Fay proves the wisdom in this. Tina gets frequent mentions throughout, and I find their friendship so refreshing for a celebrity pairing. There’s no bullshit, no jealousy – They’re both content in themselves with what they are – and subsequently they’re not competing. This rings true to us mere mortals – We don’t to hog the spotlight in order to be successful.
Another theme I was all about, was Amy’s motto of ‘Good for you, not for me’… Amazing! We’re living in a culture of constant begrudgery (particularly in Ireland), and Poehler writes at length about girl-on-girl hate. We’re all guilty of this at times, and I’ve since found myself silently repeating her mantra: when my bitchy streak rears it’s ugly head. The next time you’re about to roll your eyes over someone’s delusional attitude or questionable habits, just remind yourself of Amy’s motto, and then let it go! It takes conscious effort, but really does work; being judgemental serves no purpose, except to breed negativity.
Life is not always unicorns and sunflowers though, and Amy talks pretty candidly about shitty happenings too – marriage breakdowns, motherhood battles, her grungy early-day career struggle. She’s refreshingly open about her drug use, yet artfully skilled at discussing deeply personal topics without revealing anything private. For example, one chapter is dedicated to divorce – but she dissects divorce in general rather than her own. Bizarre I guess for an autobiography but she does it in such a funny way that it’s irrelevant. Good for her, not for me!