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When I started working at G4 I thought I would be able to continue acting in other projects at the same time. And within the first six months of starting on Attack of the Show I booked two different theatrical jobs. But because of my G4 time commitments, I wasn’t able to take on the additional work. I started to become creatively frustrated and stunted. I was having a great time on AOTS and the ratings were fantastic. But I needed to do something else, too. I needed to become a different character and create something new for myself. That’s what I love about acting—putting on a new persona, delving into a new world and just pretending. Or, alternately, putting on tights and gold, bullet-deflecting bracelets and letting ’er rip!

So, yes, I had an artistic void that needed to be filled. A creative itch that needed scratching. A performance bug that needed . . . swatting? An inspired vaginal condition that needed ointment.

Um, forget that last one.

Anyway, I decided to start doing skits for Attack of the Show. This was around the same time that rumors were circulating that Wonder Woman was going to be made into a feature film. I called up G4’s comic book expert and my close friend Blair Butler, and told her I’d love to do a skit about Wonder Woman and what it’s like for her to be a female superhero—there are no pockets in your super-spandexy hot shorts, invisible jets are hard to find and the bad guys are always hitting on you. We shot the Wonder Woman skit and it was so much fun. I put on the spandex starry shorts, red bustier, tall red boots and headgear. I felt . . . powerful and indestructible— I felt like a superhero! I felt badass enough that if I saw the real Wonder Woman I would’ve told her to suck it! It’s funny how putting on a costume can completely change your state of mind and how you walk. I totally now understand how everyone looks forward to Comic-Con and dressing up. You feel invincible and strong and any social awkwardness you might normally have is hidden behind a mask . . . literally. Blair and I had a blast shooting the skit. I was running around, posing, being a badass saving people . . . but eventually you do start to feel like you’re becoming the character—and that’s when trouble happens. There was a fight scene where Blair dressed up as Cheetah and I had to take her down. I threw her to the ground and the next thing I heard was a loud crack—it was Blair’s head hitting the concrete. Oh, shit. I completed the scene and didn’t let her injury ruin the shot. Because hey—it’s already happened. Why ruin the shot and have to have her do it again? And yes, I would’ve stopped if she screamed out in pain or yelled “cut,” but she didn’t. Thankfully, the cost for Blair was just a small bump. But now when I shoot skits I’m much more careful when I bludgeon someone to the ground. In fact, we’ve come up with a safe word: Petunia. When I hear that, I know got to stop immediately. Or buy flowers. Luckily never had anyone use the safe word . . . yet. Now, little did I know at the time, but this was the beginning of what would turn out to be my calling card on the network. Soon after the great response came back from the network on that first skit, we created a master list of all the geek icons that we could turn into a skit for me—Slave Leia, the Baroness from G. I. Joe, Emma Frost from X--Men, Silk Spectre from Watchmen, Lara Croft, the Wonder Twins, and Catwoman, just to name a few. I love doing these skits, but at some point it gets to be a little much. I mean, really, can someone answer this for me: Why are all female superheroes packed into spandex and hot shorts? Okay, of course I know the answer. I know why they’re all scantily clad. It’s because men draw them and if there is one thing men love it’s boobs! And legs! And boobs! But really what they love is boobs. The truth is, I actually dig the outfits. They’re sexy and fun and I feel really fucking awesome in them. But, Jesus Christ, you can’t eat for a good week before you put these things on. Not even pie. Sigh. When I put on Wonder Woman, I didn’t eat any carbs for a week (suck it in, Wonder Woman), didn’t eat past 7 P.M. and did Pilates morning and night. I got a spray tan for the first time (first of many) and hated every second of it. When you get spray-tanned you are in a booth with a total stranger and you get completely naked. It’s like Times Square in the seventies. As she sprays you with the cold dark liquid, you can see the tan land on your skin. It’s as if you’re getting painted. I call it “getting dipped” because that’s what it feels like. Like you are just a giant human ice-cream cone getting dipped in delicious caramel dipping sauce. Holy crap, I’m hungry. And then there’s the bustier. Contrary to popular belief (and what you see thanks to the magic of Photoshop), I don’t have very large breasts. I actually created my own bra that specializes in giving you amazing cleavage, especially when you wouldn’t normally have it. I created this bra on the set of the Wonder Woman skit. Because when I first put on that bustier I noticed how sad my boobs looked, how very un-Wonderful they looked, and how powerful the outfit was. Didn’t really match, you know? So I fashioned my own bra. I’d love to tell you exactly how I created my bra, but I can’t. Trade secrets, bitches! Because I’m in the middle of creating and patenting it as you read this. But I promise, for the next book, I’ll give out a free bra with every book you buy. Deal? So I invented a bra and my boobs have never been the same. Some mornings they thank me and other days they just scream at me and cry, “Just leave us alone! We’re not meant to be pushed up so goddamn high! We need a break. Just one day of relief.” Which reminds me, I have got to get back to listening to my How to Speak Boob in Five Weeks or Less tapes. Now for something a little bit unpleasant: the hot shorts. Every girl hates her ass. It’s true. And I am no different. Except that no girl hates her ass as much as a girl whose ass is packed into a Wonder Woman costume. So here was the scene: Me, hating my ass, in full Wonder Woman gear and hot shorts. Running. (Despite how horrible I’m making it sound now, it is actually one of my favorite outfits. And I hope to one day put it into the Smithsonian . . . or at the very least be able to wear it when I’m eighty. Sorry for that visual. Old lady ass in hot shorts is generally not a pretty image, unless that old lady’s ass belongs to Demi Moore. Then, let’s talk.) In short, I could’ve used the assistance of another superhero: Magical Ass-Slimming Man.

--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.


“Turn to page 92 now!” ―Garry Shandling

A book only Olivia Munn could write. Better read it now; everyone'll be talking about it tomorrow.” ―Stan Lee

“This book so good. You buy now. Okay, bye.” ―Olivia’s mom

“If Citizen Kane were a book, this would be it.” ―Jon Favreau

“She's part Asian! And I like sushi.” ―Masi Oka

“This book confirms why Olivia has garnered a massive supportive following--she's fearless, honest, relatable, and truly funny.” ―Elijah Wood


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Product Details

  • Paperback: 288 pages
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin (January 18, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0312583761
  • ISBN-13: 978-0312583767
  • Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 0.7 x 8.5 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (101 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #974,244 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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I have always enjoyed G4's "Attack of the Show", and the extremely beautiful Olivia Munn has always been a big reason. I bought this book hoping it would be a collection of humorous essays in the vein of Sarah Silverman or Chelsea Handler. What a disappointment. I won't go to great lengths comparing the three women; I'll just say those two women are comics, and Olivia Munn is not. Olivia is primarily known for wearing sexy costumes and claiming to be a hot female geek.

Olivia goes to great lengths to make us feel sorry for her exclusion for different cliques starting in kindergarten. She comes off as completely self centered and unaware that this is a normal part of childhood. She also needs someone to tell her that nobody feels sorry for the ugly duckling once it has become a well paid, famous, frequently lusted after swan. Not exactly the tear jerker she seemed to think it would be. Revealing that she was a cheerleader and model during her school years also takes a lot of the sting out of her self pity.

Another annoying habit Olivia gives in to is revealing the ugliest traits of the nameless high powered Hollywood directors and producers she tried to court favors from in her early career. It astonishes me when a girl who jumps into giant pies in a French maid uniform for a very comfortable living whines about being pursued by the very men she has gone to great lengths to meet in hopes of having them forward her career. It's the natural order of things for her to take things from them, but offensive if they try to take things from her.
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To be honest, I didn't give two figs about Olivia Munn either way when I sat down and read this book. Sure, I was aware of her co-hosting "Attack of the Show", she was on some sitcom for awhile (until it was cancelled) and I think I saw her on The Daily Show once or twice. Why would I read this book if my knowledge of her was so limited? Well, basically, it's because I get a guilty pleasure out of reading books written by celebrities (or ghost-written by other people with celebrities or vaguely looked at before a celebrity slaps their name on it) and, usually, the more useless a celebrity, the more unintentionally amusing the book. This book seemed like a prime candidate because it seemed like it would fit this last category so well. Olivia is a celebrity that is celebrated by geek culture, but for reasons that completely baffle me (maybe it's because I'm older and cool - which is not the target demographic for "Attack of the Show" and, ostensibly, Munn herself.)

From the first sentence of the introduction ("Yeah, so, I wrote a book.") to the closing line of the introduction ("f--- everybody who was ever mean to me"), I knew I was in for a treat because this was going to be a book with absolutely nothing to say for the next 288 pages. I got excited... and maybe even peed a little. Essentially, the book is broken up into three types of chapters: ones that are little anecdotes from Olivia's life, ones that pander to the geek crowd and ones that are total BS designed to waste paper. It would seem to me that most people would be interested in the first type, mildly amused by the second and totally baffled by the third.
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This book is in desperate need of an editor.
Olivia puts chapters together in seemingly random fashion. Talking about the industry in one chapter (which she is painfully unaware that she is somewhere near the bottom) and then jumping to her childhood in another. Then talking about random boyfriends etc. It's not really "bad" just jarring and really ordinary. Painfully ordinary in fact. It's clear that SHE really cared about all of the stories and anecdotes but never asked herself why other people would care.

She tells a story some sleazy "show biz guy" eating at a restaurant and how badly he is treating one of the girls at his table (which I feel I should point out Olivia is also sitting at.)
This girl/struggling actress (Stacy I'll call her) is implied to be sleeping with sleazy guy, in exchange for a part or something. Olivia eventually has had enough with the man's horrible insults to this poor girl and puts her foot down...by calling Stacy out on her submissive behavior.

"Why do you to let him talk to you like that?" to which sleazy guy smirks and responds with "Yea, why do you let me talk to you like that?"

The witless banter goes on until Stacy demands money from the sleazy guy to get her car from the vallet. She states that she doesn't have to take this kind of abuse as she went to an Ivy League school. Munn then describes the community college bumper sticker on Stacy's car while lamenting "Oh honey..."

Two things that stuck out at me from this story:

1. WTF? Olivia attacks this girl for her doormat behavior, when she should be attacking the douchebag guy on his douchebag behavior. Also why is she eating at the table of a man like this? Is it possible Olivia Munn could ALSO be fishing for a role?

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