Aisha Tyler
Aisha Tyler
Aisha Tyleris an American talk show host, actress, comedian, author, producer, writer, and director. She is known for portraying Andrea Marino in the first season of Ghost Whisperer, voicing Lana Kane in Archer, and portraying Mother Nature in the Santa Clause film series, as well as recurring roles in CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Talk Soup, Friends and Criminal Minds. She is a co-host of CBS's The Talk, and the current host of Whose Line is it Anyway?, and has hosted...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionTV Actress
Date of Birth18 September 1970
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
You, too, could easily look like that if you had a squad of mad geeks fussing over you with retouching software.
Do you have any idea what it's like when you try and make home porn? My husband and I tried it. We looked like charging hippos. Best to leave it to the pros.
You know, I read graphic novels but not encyclopedically.
What am I wearing? Hmmm, I'd love to tell you something slinky and sexy, but usually it's an old T-shirt.
A belief in feminism is a belief in personal freedom - the freedom to live a life free of fear of violence, to select a fulfilling career and be compensated fairly, to choose when to start a family, to marry whom you love. I want everyone, regardless of gender, to live a life free of restriction or fear, able to pursue their own personal brand of happiness and fulfillment.
Nothing really worth having is easy to get. The hard-fought battles, the goals won with sacrifice, are the ones that matter.
Wounds turn into scars and scars make you tough.
I think I was only attracted to drunken douches before I got married.
Pop culture is great, but it can be bad, at times.
You can only really learn from failure ... To win, you need to fail, and fail hard.
Karaoke is the great equalizer.
The best advice anybody could have given me was to keep getting up over and over again.
I don't want to be pandered to, so I try not to pander.
Real success and accomplishment, at whatever it is you are passionate about, requires real work. Real sacrifice. Real disappointment. Real failure. And it requires the ability to scrape your sorry ass up off the floor, stumble to your feet, wipe the rivulets of watery drool from your face, and do it again, like an obstinate toddler running against the wall with his head in a bucket.