Overshare &
Make People Smile.
Known for Starting Conga Lines & Random Celebrity Encounters

Overshare &
Make People Smile.
Oh my gosh, where have you been my whole life? Seriously. Where? What the f*ck. I’ve been waiting for like 30 years, this is unacceptable. You think just because you have a killer smile and sparkling personality that you can just keep people waiting? Anyways, let’s move on, babe. What did you miss?
Well, let’s see…childhood was an interesting series of humiliations which has made this whole comedy thing happen. Your girl is a stubborn optimist, casually strolling through emotional battlefields with a bubble machine, battery-operated string lights, and a negroni.
I was deep undercover for 25 years, posing as a straight woman, then finally cracked what I am calling ‘the case of the closeted queer’ (the call was coming from inside the house the whole time - a classic, albeit clichéd, plot twist).
I did the standard university thing (nailed it) while dreaming of screenwriting and performing on the side, then briefly (not so briefly, but briefly in the context of my entire 86 year lifespan according to a very convincing spiritual guide, Marilyn) did the standard corporate thing (also nailed it) where your girl learned to do ‘the business’. Just for context, ‘the business’ includes saying words like ‘engagement’, ‘from a brand perspective…’, and ‘does this slide make my deck look too big?’ After dealing with Susan, Carol and sometimes Linda’s sh*t for longer than any self-respecting human should have to endure, the dream is back in full swing.
And so here we are, staring into each others eyes like a couple of long lost loves. Or, at the very least, a couple of canines that just spotted each other in the distance - intrigued and tails wagging (I hope that’s a tail).
“If you need me call me, no matter where you are, no matter how far (don’t worry, baby). - Marvin Gaye”
- Arianne Tong
My love, my passion, my purpose is first and foremost to make people smile. To feel actual joy is something we forget in work, and we forget our work can be anything we want it to be. My mission is to make people smile in whatever it is that I’m doing at the moment - whether that’s through oversharing my experiences through comedy, connecting creative people I love, or creating unforgettable experiences that energize and inspire people of all kinds and minds.
Unlike the babyproof-ed house you grew up in, the world does not have a metaphorical stair guard or cabinet latch to protect you from the things that threaten you. The best we have are self-regulation and the ‘Unfollow’ button, through which we manage our anxiety and avoidance of the things that scare the living daylights out of us. Among the list - our triggers.
If you love feeling good, literally lighting up all over with a body buzz - you’ll love meditation. If you love the idea of walking into any situation with a sense of confidence and perspective, you’ll love meditation. If you love the idea of having both these things without the use of drugs and alcohol (the worst drug of all), you’ll love the personal high you’ll get from meditation.
This chapter actually should have been titled So Professional. The italics would have indicated the sarcasm right off the bat, and you would have known that what you are about to read might be the most unprofessional chapter in this whole book. But there were no italics – which I guess, when you think about it, is a little unprofessional. But guess what? That’s exactly what I was going for, so gfy for thinking your sooooooo smart. You know what also? I know I just spelled “you’re” wrong in the previous sentence. I was just fucking with you because you’re probably the kind of jerk that like to call people out on that sort of thing in everyday conversation. JK, JK, JK, so am I. But this is my book, and I do what I want. If there’s a lesson to be learned from this paragraph, it’s to stop thinking you’re smarter than this book. Back to business. Actual business. The kind of business you go to for 30 – 40 years of your life in order to make money, and then die. You know that business? You in da Murda bizne$$.
I’ve rounded the number of concerns I have about parenthood down to a nice manageable, even number so that this post isn’t a ‘Game of Thrones’ size novel of neurosis. Suffice it to say, I’m a tad nervous about growing a human inside me at some point during the next decade of my life.
If my twenties had a sponsor, it would have been Doritos. If I had my branding game on point, I would have just asked them to sponsor my life for the next 10 years, softening the blow of my Quarter-Life Crisis (QLC) by providing a passive income as I attempted to start my life over from scratch with the added bonus of free Doritos. But nope - just a steady stream of panic, and an estimated $13,000 burned in a cloud of orange dust. All this to say that retrospectively, binge-eating bag after bag of God’s gift to sad, avoidant people (while absolutely delicious and at times more satisfying than some sexual encounters) is not a helpful long term strategy in making sh*t happen.
I’ve loved the idea of social justice ever since the first time I saw Judge Judy. For the first time ever, ignorant people were finally getting their comeuppance – they were finally “ruing the day”. Perhaps it was because I had been so brazenly sold out as a child by my siblings, or simply my natural predisposition to be judge-y – but Judge Judy was an awakening for me. She was the liberator that showed me a world where blatant stupidity could finally result in an accepted form of human public shaming. Here are a list of ten things I dislike that I think should have a social price tag attached to them.
We grow up rolling our eyes at cliches passed down from previous generations. In my ever fading youth, my eyes have rolled so far back into my head I swear I’ve pulled an optic muscle. And it’s only by getting older myself that I’m now starting to understand the wisdom in all those sayings I used to dread. Recently, I had a conversation with an amazing twenty-something girl. She is so much more “together” than I ever was at 25, but when she spoke, I felt like I was listening to myself from 5 years ago - worried, uncertain, and anxious. I felt like someone’s ghost of Christmas future, except in a good way - not in the fiery coffin way. I felt like I was seeing myself through the eyes of some of my friends and mentors who are five years older than me: still unnecessarily worried, uncertain, anxious...but way less than five years ago.
There are three things I hate: surprise birthday parties, wedding showers, and baby showers. You can further generalize that I hate any and all occasions meant to “shower” someone with “love”, especially when it’s not me. By the end of this post, I hope to demonstrate how awful all of these events are, why I’ll never go to another as long as I can keep coming up with excuses, and provide some examples of social obligations I’d like to see popularized in the future.
Meditation has become one of my favourite things, and one of the only things I’ve been able to consistently do on a daily basis. It is literally sitting with things - your thoughts, emotions, reactions, bodily sensations, opinions, judgements, you name it. Sitting with it and letting it all marinate has been one of the best takeaways and applicable life skills I’ve been able to build into my life. And although I’m far from being where I one day want to be, I have truly never felt more grounded and happy to be in the world, all thanks to the practice and process of sitting with these four things…
Taking Gigs?
Yes!
What Kinds?
Whatever you want, baby.
Seriously though…
Screenwriting,
TV & Film Production,
Copywriting, Consulting,
General Hype.
How Much?
Slow your roll, champ. Send me the details, and I’ll quote you.
‘Tis the season of giving, and thank f*cking God or whichever celestial being you believe in for it - because it’s been a rough year for us all. Hopefully, with any luck, we might be able to have 30 days to be thankful and grateful for each other and Holiday ham, distracting from the 24-hour news cycle, political upheaval, and civil unrest we have endured - ALL..YEAR…LONG.