Hello. It’s me, Sam Bee.
You may remember me from such shows as Full Frontal with Samantha Bee, The Daily Show, or my dramatic cinematic breakout as "unnamed Cinnabon Cashier" in The Love Guru.
Somewhere over the years, our paths and emails crossed. Perhaps we met in person. Perhaps at some point I delivered scorching commentary directly *at* you, as you sat innocently in a live studio audience, gently willing me to tumble down the steps and break eye contact.
At some point, whether from a live event, tv special, charity drive, recipe swap, or good old fashioned chain letter, you signed up for updates, giveaways, or maybe just an opportunity to sit together on our phones celebrating the robust and satisfying democracy in which we are all basking.
In any case, we are connected. And in the spirit of continued connection, may I present to you, Plan Bee.
A weekly newsletter wherein I tell you about all the weird yet wonderful stuff I am up to, now that Full Frontal is no longer with us. For example I am doing a LIVE TOUR, I have a fresh new PODCAST, and I am obsessed with both women’s health AND my cats, two full stereotypes that I am unafraid to lean into with gusto.
I am absolutely giddy to share my thoughts, musings, and cake baking attempts directly without algorithms or commercial interruptions. The power that comes with an “unlimited word count” is not something I take lightly. That said, this is a brand new experiment for me, so please forgive all my typos and poorly lit kitchen photos.
The fun of a weekly newsletter that I fully control (and doesn’t require a printer) is that I can share whatever I want, whenever I want, and I don’t have to plan in advance. Of course, that still doesn’t mean that I won’t obsessively think of topics to share at 2am while making spaghetti sauce. Oh, pasta recipes (noted).
So, what CAN you expect from Plan Bee? Mostly my thoughts on…
The leadership and advocacy skills of orcas
Am I the only one not watching Suits on Netflix?
Debating whether or not to turn my feminist cult into a church for the tax credit
Speaking of debates, that limp dick opening number to the 2024 Election (Shout out Chris Christie!)
Whether or not I should hire Scooter Braun as my manager, so that I can fire Scooter Braun as my manager
How 2023 marks the 100th anniversary of the Equal Rights Amendment being first introduced to Congress…hurra..ugh
If Cinderella’s nice royal ball stuff all turned back into a pumpkin or whatever at midnight, how come the glass slipper didn’t just disappear too? Or turn back into the rat with the tubetop?
And Just Like That
So in a way, this is me, just a girl, standing in front of thousands of friends and strangers, asking them “did you still want this?”
Join me as I attempt to navigate these uncertain times with curiosity and aplomb.
Plus, chickpea recipes (probably).