Deborah Feingold

Odd Mom In

Above: Sprinkle Glitter on My Grave explores life, death and everything in between—all with Jill’s  signature sarcasm, wit and intelligence.

Jill Kargman is the coolest Anti-It Girl you’ve never met, and that’s precisely why women are inhaling her Bravo hit series Odd Mom Out (OMO) like aromatherapy-scented crack. If you’re itching for your next hit of Jill and can’t survive until season 3 of OMO next summer, catch her one-woman, heavy-metal cabaret show, Stairway to Cabaret, at the Carlyle in New York City in January. We caught up with the author, actress and stand-up star for a little holiday chick chat.


GM: You had a signing in Greenwich for your book of hilarious essays, Sprinkle Glitter on My Grave. Were you surprised that the line literally wrapped around the block?

JK: I knew from the RSVPs that a lot of people were coming, but it’s always a surprise when you don’t know the crowd. I felt like the only brunette in the room and wanted to ask if there was an attic I could hide in. But what I love is that I might get a thin, blonde, Aryan-looking group from Darien or New Canaan that looks like Lilly Pulitzer threw up on them, but they tell me they feel like the odd mom out. It’s not what you look like, it’s how you feel, and I love that the show resonates with women everywhere.

GM: You’ve had a handful of guest stars on OMO. Who’s on your wish list?

JK: I’d like to write a role for Jamie Lee Curtis and would love to have Woody Allen, who has always been one of my idols. I’d love to have Blythe Danner on again. Maybe Greenwich will be a guest star.

GM: How do you keep your kids grounded living on the Upper East Side?

JK: Our family does things our own way. We don’t have a second home in the Hamptons. Our kids don’t come to us saying, “Mommy, she bought this, why can’t I have it?” I shut that s**t down when they were three. It’s hard sometimes with my eldest daughter who is now a teenager, but you’re not going to see my thirteen-year-old walking around with a Miu Miu bag.

GM: You confess to having Suburban Panic Disorder and would rather live in a 55th floor walk-up than a Greenwich mansion. tell us about that.

JK: The city is where I grew up, and I like the anonymity. Some people love being in a homogenous suburban environment, but I thrive on being in a diverse one. The parents at my kids’ schools are an eclectic group—an artist here, a brain surgeon there—and that energizes me.

GM: What’s the most obnoxious holiday environment you’ve encountered?

JK: I went to an over-the-top Christmas party on Park Avenue. The host didn’t decorate the tree herself—she hired someone. I’m Jewish, but I thought tree decorating was a time to bond with your family. It was decked out in Tiffany and Cartier hand-blown glass ornaments that must’ve been $300 each, and then this drunk guy backed into the tree and broke everything.

GM: What’s your favorite holiday hostess gift?

JK: I buy quirky coasters from Maison 24 with crossed tennis rackets that say “Overserved” in drunken scrawl.

GM: Fill in the blank: My New Year’s resolution is ______.

JK: The same one I had last year, which is to say “no” more often to events that I don’t want to be at. I don’t even give an excuse anymore…I just say I can’t go.

GM: How do you deal with holiday stress?

JK: Pinot Noir.

 

 

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