I finished Amy Poehler’s autobiography yesterday. I alternated between violently hating it and desperately wanting everyone in the world to read it. It’s better than Tina Fey’s Bossypants. She seems cool, but there’s a whole chapter about going to Haiti that seemed… i dunno…pretentious? But she admits as much, adding “who the fuck cares why people help, just hope they do.” And well, that’s true too.