abbi jacobson’s i might regret this is a raw and intimate look into the life and mind of one of television’s greatest stars as she lets her unfiltered consciousness and sense of humour do all the talking, bringing us closer to her and the parts of her life she wishes to share with us with frank honesty.
jacobson’s mind is one of a genius. anybody lucky enough to know of her and to be a fan of broad city and/or prime video’s a league of their own has a front seat to her brilliance. she takes said brilliance to the next step here in her collection of essays where she uses a road trip through various states in america to connect to us on different levels, sharing insights into her takes and experiences with love, fear, regret, pride, sexism, the television industry, culture, spirituality, broad city, and her beloved friendship with ilana glazer. we explore the past, the present, and the future, with fondness, hope, and the understanding that we should welcome failure for what we do next is what matters; often what we do next is improved because of the failure we are so afraid and ashamed of.
as i read this i felt as if i was on facetime with my best friend as she explained the world and the experiences we feel we cannot be so open about through another set of eyes - a wiser set of eyes if you will. despite the vulnerability on show here jacobson remains hilarious throughout, making this seem all the more human and all the more relatable.
like any facetime call with a best friend, i wish this had been longer.
“It’s okay to not see all the art and not meet all the locals and not walk all the famous walks or hear all the indie bands in the coolest venues in town. It’s okay to go to sleep early and spend too long finding the good coffee spot but not seeing the historical sights. It’s okay. It’s okay to not figure it all out. It’s okay to feel broken and alone and scared sometimes. It’s okay to not know everything. It’s okay to not eat where everyone tells you to, or not take a selfie in front of everything you’ve seen or done and post on the internet for friends and strangers to see. It’s okay to go away and come back. It’s okay. It’s okay if it’s not all amazing or incredible or spectacular. It’s okay. It’s okay to leave earlier than you expected, to drink too much or not drink at all. It’s okay to replay stupid moments you regret in your mind and it’s okay to not have moved on completely. It’s okay to be fucking pissed. Everyone is on their own timeline when it comes to love, so it’s okay. It’s okay to think it’s not okay. It’s okay to go off the grid and not be in touch. It’s okay to take a second and to breathe and to cry. It’s okay to be tender. It’s okay to fail. It’s okay to change, to grow, to be confused. It’s okay to fight for something and to want to give up. It’s okay to want someone. It’s okay to need someone. It’s okay to learn and to get better and to know you’re still not quite there yet. It’s okay to suck at drawing hands. It’s okay to be nervous and excited at the same time, to be unsure of what’s ahead. It’s okay to just go and try and to feel whatever you have to feel and to follow your gut. It’s okay, because that’s all you really have.”
- 4.5 stars rounded down to 4.