Poupak's Parisian Life in New York

I am a French-Iranian woman with a passion for comedy. I have been lucky enough to be performing all over New York since 2010. I was a TV producer and a head writer for a morning live news show in France, as well as a free lance journalist and a book editor for many years.

Now, I am a life and a career coach (member of ICF), an improviser, a writer, and a show producer. I love my life!

I am a performer at the UCB & sometimes produce shows at The PIT in New York.

My French Tumblr: La Vie à l'Impro

I contribute to BuzzFeed.

I fight cancer with a passion - I want to contribute to a world where cancer will be as benign as a simple cold. Where you can donate against cancer of any kind and give hope to families and patients

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I had a friend.  We had known each other since we were small kids.  We had been friends for 36 years.  She was exceptionally bright, one of the kindest people I have ever known and a gorgeous soul.  She was also funny, and witty, and beautiful.  At 47, she didn’t have a single gray hair, not one wrinkle, if that even matters.  At 47, she could be proud to have been completely honest and trustworthy all her life, caring for the needs of others way above her own.

My friend had been fighting colon cancer for 7 years.  After the first sneaky attack of the beast, she had been in remission for 3 years before it came back with rage and fury.  It went everywhere very quickly and despite my friend’s will to fight and live, cancer was stronger.  My friend was a fighter and I am so proud of what she accomplished in that battle.  I am so proud of what she accomplished her entire life.  She was an incredible human being.

She was my rock.  She was a mountain of support and an ocean of love.  She was a valley of forgiveness and hills of pride and intelligence.  She was everything to me.  I loved her and I always will.

My friend, my soulmate, my sister, my confident, lost her battle to cancer.

I love you.  Rest in peace my amazing friend.  You will be greatly missed.


Can you hear me now?

Can’t believe this came up on my dashboard tonight of all nights…

Cancer, let it be known that I fucking hate you. I fucking HATE you.




This Saturday’s Lady Jam at Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, East Village is open to all genders! Why? Because October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and Breast Cancer doesn’t give a fuck what your gender is.

This is a special fundraising Jam with special sets you will need to buy a $1 dollar raffle ticket(s) for a chance to:

Perform in a jam set with DETROIT

Perform in a scene with BRENDA SCOTT JONES (Brandon’s drunk relative)

Perform in a scene as CATS with Chelsea Clarke!

Win a Medium Sized Chris Gethard Show Hoodie (out of print!)

Win a Signed copy of Chris Gethard’s “Weird NY” (spooky!)

Win a UCB Improv Manual!

Win a UCB Beanie

Win tickets to the 9:30 Asssscat (skip the line, seats taped off!).


THIS IS JUST THE TIP (Dick Joke in a Breast Post).

All money raised will go to Barbells for Boobs, a non-profit organization that provides funding to pay for breast cancer detection services as a last resort for thousands of people who don’t qualify for assistance elsewhere, Male and Female!

Let’s all Jam together for a good cause!

A community that has fun together, saves tits together.


Fundraising against breast cancer* AND an improv jam? Why wouldn’t you?

*Fuck Cancer




On playing Inigo Montoya in The Princess Bride (x)

Oceans of tears

I will always reblog this. 


Fuck Cancer.



One more little Hello from my dad who was a Pediatrician working in a children’s hospital. Hi Dad.

Also, this is awesome, isn’t it??



One of the reasons why Emma Watson is one of the best female role-models of our time. She’s so underrated.

This gif set is a weird punch to the gut because EVERYTHING I have is because my mom (who, in the wake of my dad’s death totally qualified for welfare and food stamps, but never collected because she didn’t want me to know exactly how very poor we were—but like, sometimes we took charity and didn’t have groceries or heat and stuff—and I never had cool clothes and I only ever got nice things at Christmas because she scrimped and saved and waited for that one day a year to spoil all of us, so I knew it was really bad, but I only now understand how absolutely bad it was) stretched every penny and gave every extra cent and worked every scholarship program she could find and called in all the favors to get me into good schools that challenged me and to send me to Europe when I was a teen and to buy me all the books I wanted.

I was spoiled with love and education and culture (and travel—which is education), because my mom was wise enough to know that’s the stuff that gives a person the best chance they have at being successful when they aren’t born to a rich or well-connected family (which I’m most certainly not) and I was luckily smart enough to appreciate it. 

And now I live a pretty fucking charmed life that’s so different from what I was brought up with, strangers can’t believe it. And it’s because she worked so damn hard for my education and I worked hard to live up to it.

So like, this dumb little gif set is a punch to the gut because it just simply explains why I’m so thankful to my mother and so loyal to her even though I’m a full grown adult.

All I’ll say about this is: I can relate to all of it. THanks Mom. Thanks Dad.

Also, my dad passed away exactly 4 years ago today, so I take it as a sign that this came up on my dashboard. Hi Dad.

That’s all.