Mortified celebrates with a new collection of our most outrageous true diaries, letters and poems all told by the adults who wrote them as teenagers!
Hear pathetic and hilarious diaries, a girl who lies to her diary, a country teen's chronicles of the cotton judging team, and a frustrated teen's summer journals about his Italian grandmother.All this and more at your monthly comedy/self help escape- MORTIFIED!
Celebrating 7 years of ANGST, come see the bay area's funniest and most outlandish comedic/musical show!
MORTIFIED SF- Friday MAY [email protected]
THE DNA LOUNGE – 730 PM- $14 adv, $21 @ door
MORTIFIED EAST BAY- Saturday MAY 11TH- THE UPTOWN-730 PM $15 adv, $20 @ door
MORE INFO: https://www.getmortified.com
Hailed a "cultural phenomenon" by Newsweek and featured frequently on This American Life, Mortified is a comic excavation of teen angst artifacts (journals, poems, letters, lyrics, home movies, schoolwork) as shared by their original authors - in front of total strangers. As the largest and longest-running project of its kind, our grassroots comedy collective has spent years sifting through hundreds of otherwise forgotten notebooks while paving the way for a strange new brand of entertainment.
After all, where else can you hear grown men and women confront their past with firsthand tales of their first kiss, first puff, worst prom, fights with mom, life at bible camp, worst hand job, best mall job, and reasons they deserved to marry Bon Jovi?
Participants include a wide range of people, from professional performers (comics, celebrities, singers) to total amateurs (architects, ad execs, salesmen) all in the noble pursuit of personal redemption through public humiliation. Share the shame.
WHO LIKE-LIKES MORTIFIED:
"See it!" (Jane Magazine)
"A comic cringe fest!" (Backstage West)
"Some of the juiciest real life tragedies." (TimeOut NY)
"Self-deprecation taken to a whole new level!" (New York Press)
"Never laughed so hard!" (Los Angeles Confidential)
"Heartbreakingly hilarious tales of personal woe & social catastrophe!" (Flavorpill)