It started with a hospital bracelet. I came home, 3 days old, named ‘Baby Girl Adelson.’ But following days of agony, my befuddled new parents decided to name their first born ‘Carlin,’ after their first date: a George Carlin concert. So that’s where I came from.
And then, during my final year at the University of Pennsylvania, I sporadically participated in 34th Street’s new blog, underthebutton.com. As the hedonistic libertine, I opened up to Penn about my thoughts on hook ups, occasionally some insight into my own love life, all flourished with a hell of a lot of gratuitous cursing, many thanks to George. The blog thing is still going, only I’m living in New York, pursuing acting, improv, sketch comedy writing, singing when called for it, and occasionally, raging at bar mitzvahs. I think George would be proud.