Alexandra Petri Biography
Alexandra A. Petri is an American humorist and newspaper columnist. In 2010 she became the youngest person to have a column in The Washington Post; she also runs the ComPost blog on the paper’s website, on which she formerly worked with Dana Milbank.
In 2017, a piece of satire she wrote about president Donald Trump was miscategorized as news and included in one of the White House’s daily press briefings. She was recognized in the 30 Under 30 list by Forbes in 2018.
Alexandra Petri Age
Alexandra A. Petri is an American humorist and newspaper columnist. In 2010 she became the youngest person to have a column in The Washington Post; she also runs the ComPost blog on the paper’s website, on which she formerly worked with Dana Milbank. she was born on 1988 but the birthplace, the month is not yet revealed but stay ready for the update soon. She is 31 years old as the year
Alexandra Petri Early life and Education
Petri grew up in Georgetown, Washington, D.C., the only child of Wisconsin Congressman Tom Petri and nonprofit executive Anne D. Neal, and attended the National Cathedral School. In high school she wrote plays for a competition at Arena Stage; three of hers were chosen for performance.
She would also perform standup comedy. She graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Harvard University with a degree in English, concentrating in classics, in 2010; while there she joined the Harvard Stand Up Comedy Society, worked with the Hasty Pudding Club, and wrote for the Internet comedy series On Harvard Time and for the Harvard Crimson.
Her college roommate was Megan Amram. She was a summer intern at The Washington Post prior to receiving a job with the paper. She is also a member of a playwrights’ collective in Washington, D.C., called The Welders.
Alexandra Petri Career
Her book of essays A Field Guide to Awkward Silences was published in 2015. She has appeared on Jeopardy!, won prizes in the O. Henry Pun-Off, and performed at an international whistling competition. Her play The Campsite Rule, a sex comedy whose title is derived from an idea taken from Dan Savage, was premiered at the Capital Fringe Festival in 2013.
In December 2015, Petri created the parody Twitter account “Emo Kylo Ren”, which envisioned the Star Wars: The Force Awakens character Kylo Ren as an angsty teenager obsessed with Darth Vader.
The account went viral after being retweeted by Hot Topic and receiving attention from media outlets such as USA Today and People Magazine, soon gaining more followers than Hot Topic.
During the 8th Shorty Awards in 2016, the account won the award for best parody account. Petri revealed that she created this parody account in an interview with Syfy published on January 25, 2018.
Of her writing, Petri has said, “My goal is to be weirder than everybody else and hope that no one stops me. So far no one has.” Writers and comedians she has listed as influences include James Thurber, Dave Barry, Mitch Hedberg, Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, and William Shakespeare.
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Alexandra Petri Husband, Married, Wedding
Alexandra Petri, Stephen Stromberg
Alexandra Attkisson Petri and Stephen Winder Stromberg were married June 23. The Rev. Timothy A. R. Cole performed the ceremony at Christ Episcopal Church, Georgetown, in Washington.
Ms. Petri, 30, writes a satire column for The Washington Post’s op-ed page and writes a daily blog for the publication, entitled ComPost.
She is also a playwright whose most recent work was “To Tell My Story,” which had its premiere in July 2017 at the Silver Spring Black Box Theater in Silver Spring, Md., and was produced by the Welders, a playwright collective, of which the bride is a member.
She is also the author of “A Field Guide to Awkward Silences,” (New American Library). She graduated summa cum laude from Harvard.
She is the daughter of Anne D. Neal Petri and Thomas E. Petri of Fond du Lac, Wis. The bride’s father retired as a Republican congressman from Wisconsin, having served from 1979 to 2015. Her mother is the president of the Garden Club of America.
Mr. Stromberg, 35, is an editorial writer at The Post, covering national policy and politics. He graduated magna cum laude from Harvard.
He is the son of Lorie Winder Stromberg and G. Thomas Stromberg Jr. of Los Angeles. The groom’s mother is a founder and a member of the executive board of Ordain Women, an organization that works for the ordination of women in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
His father is a partner in the Los Angeles office of Jenner & Block, a Chicago law firm, and is also a director of Public Counsel, a Los Angeles organization that provides free legal services to low-income clients.
The couple met in 2009 when Ms. Petri joined the editorial page at The Post as an intern. “We struck up a really good friendship, while both of us sort of was pining after the other, and our friends got really bored hearing about the other person,” Mr. Stromberg said. In 2012, when their jobs made them colleagues and on a more equal professional footing, they began dating.
In June 2018, Petri married Stephen Stromberg, an editorial writer at the Washington Post.
Alexandra Petri Republican
Alexandra Petri: Conducting oversight on Trump makes us seem obsessed and creepy, House Republicans worry
Look, we can all agree that conducting too much oversight looks kind of … desperate. It’s like, why are you so curious about Donald Trump’s finances? Don’t you have finances of your own?
On these grounds, the Republicans on the House Oversight Committee would like to distance themselves from all the efforts by the committee to subpoena Trump officials and conduct oversight into the president’s finances and potential irregularities in the granting of security clearances.
They have lives of their own, and they are being made to look bad by this weird fixation on the president’s deeds and dealings.
On Wednesday these Republicans tweeted out a really damning video of Democrats being “obsessed” with the president, demonstrated by their saying “President Donald Trump” or just the word “president” then, later, the words “Donald Trump.” Nothing says “obsessed” like mentioning the name of the current president of the United States, sometimes in a tone!
This indicated beyond a shadow of a doubt that Democrats are weirdly focused on this man, just because he happens to be the chief executive of the United States.
The president knows how awkward and uncomfortable it is when someone is really, really consumed with thoughts of you while you are totally indifferent to them — or, indeed, to any potential constitutional checks to your power! That’s why he’s blocking his officials from testifying. The awkwardness.
It’s so embarrassing that the Democrats keep asking for things. It’s like, take the hint! He doesn’t want to give you any of this paperwork or testimony you keep requesting! In some cases, this has even led to subpoenas (ew)! Gross, clingy and not what Madison would have wanted.
Honestly, it makes it seem like they don’t know that everything the president is doing, has done and will do is fine. Does he think he’s above the law? Probably not! No further questions!
If people do not want to answer you, you should leave them alone. That was the lesson of the, I think, 93rd Benghazi hearing.
If the Founders knew one thing, it is that when one branch tries to conduct oversight of another branch, it usually looks kind of … pathetic. Oversight is, like, the most intimate thing one branch can conduct over another.
It makes it seem like that branch lacks a rich inner life of its own, or truly fulfilling hobbies. Don’t you have something better to do, legislative branch? Check yourself before you check anyone else.
This isn’t even really what oversight is about anyway! An oversight is like when you don’t see something coming and that thing was very, very bad, or when you aren’t paying careful attention and then later your zeppelin catches fire. That’s what these Republican members think.
They are cool Oversight Committee members, not like the embarrassingly needy Oversight Committee members who keep asking questions and demanding documents like a stalker and getting mad when you don’t show, to the point of declaring you in contempt of Congress — which just shows how much more invested you are than the other party and is embarrassing all around.
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Alexandra Petri Jeopardy
Unabashedly awkward, Washington Post columnist Alexandra Petri has survived an impressive assortment of spectacular failures. With subjects ranging from a play-writing ex-boyfriend to life as a senator’s daughter, Petri’s essay collection, A Field Guide to Awkward Silences, offers laugh-out-loud punch lines and oddball charm. Read about her disastrous Jeopardy! appearance, excerpted here. —Lucy Feldman
One of these days, I’m going to kill Alex Trebek.
I mean it.
One morning he’s going to wake up and there I’ll be, perched over him. Looming. Ominous. “This is the FINAL Jeopardy!” I will say.
“Put the knife down,” he’ll say.
“No!” I’ll bellow. “In the form of a question!” It’s not that I’m bitter. Not exactly.
But let me start at the beginning.
Once, I was on Jeopardy!
The process for getting on Jeopardy! is simple but heavy on the nail-biting. First, you take an online test. Then you wait. Then, if you pass, and you’re lucky, you get invited to audition. The audition consists of another written test and a live practice round of play, during which they determine if you have enough personality to be on television. Given that you frequently see people on air with all the vigor and charm of cakes that have been left out in the rain, I wondered what the bar was.
They asked each of us the same two questions: What are your hobbies, and what would you do with the prize money? The man ahead of me was middle-aged, with receding hair.
“What are your hobbies?” they asked.
“I collect kidney stones,” he informed them.
“Ah,” they said. “And, uh, what-what would you do with the prize money?”
“If I won, I would use the money to pay for a hysterectomy on my ninth kidney stone, which I postponed to come here to audition.”
Compared to him, I seemed completely ready for television.“I am a Star Wars buff,” I told them. “And I play the accordion and I do stand-up, and if I won I would probably waste the money on one of those life-size breathing statues of Darth Vader.”
This was true. I had seen it at the Sharper Image in the mall, and I had fallen for it instantly. It was far out of my price range, but that didn’t stop me from salivating in its general direction as I waited for them to kick me off the free massage chairs.
“Or college,” I added, a bit lately.
It didn’t matter. They called me a few months later and informed me that I was on.ll the contestants for the week are directed to the same hotel in Culver City. It was like summer camp if your summer camp was full of people who muttered threatening facts at you in the elevator. (“Henry VIII beheaded both his second and fifth wives.”)
At the studios, we showed our I.D.s to the guard and walked inside, to make up and the waiting room. They let us practice with the buzzer, but not for long. Then we sat down in the audience to watch to see if our names would be called to compete.
Alex Trebek regaled the audience with corny jokes. “I went into the closet to get a suit,” he said, “and then I came out, out of the closet. Ha-HA!” “Haha hahaha,” we all laughed, nervously.
Then ensued several hours of waiting as they taped episodes with players who were not me, otherwise known as The Part of the Day Where Every Fact You Have Ever Learned Slowly Seeps out of Your Body.
I was beginning to have sincere doubts about my own name by the time they called it. I stepped onto the stage. The stage of Jeopardy! looks like a spaceship designed in the 1980s.
Most people who compete on Jeopardy! are, if not in the prime of life, at least in the twenties or thirties of life. I was 18, wearing a pink sweater set that my mother had selected. Things got off to an optimistic start. The first category that greeted my eye was something called “Math Jokes.”
It is no exaggeration to say that I had been preparing my entire life for this. “What is the circumference of a pumpkin divided by its diameter?” “Pi,” I shouted. “Pumpkin Pie,” Trebek corrected. “That’s the joke.”
We tore through logarithms (why are lumberjacks such good dancers?) and the square root of 4 B squared (“2 B,” or “Not (negative) 2 B”).
I was ahead at the commercial break.
But then the dark times came.
One of the categories was “Cars.” For the better part of my childhood, my family drove a 1979 Chevy Zephyr with no air-conditioning and a broken speedometer, and I thought that this state of things was typical.
“The first logo of this sporty Italian carmaker included the Visconti serpent, a Milanese symbol,” Trebek read. I had no idea. (It’s Alfa Romeo.)
I was still leading when we finished the Jeopardy! round, but only by a hair. And not big hair. There was a brief lull, during which Trebek asked us questions intended to draw out our personalities. I think I said something about squirrels and camaraderie.
The Double Jeopardy! round offered such arcana as “Produce” and “Famous Duets.”
My competition—Sara, a veterinary assistant from Connecticut, and Nick, a paralegal—were perking right up.
Paralegal Nick was all over the vegetables. He apparently had spent the better part of his life surrounded by loving, supportive produce. Sara, who had won the previous two games, chimed in with the French for green beans.
When Double Jeopardy! concluded I was several cells behind.
The other two were tied. This is the point when the people who post often in Jeopardy! online forums determined that I made the Worst Final Jeopardy! wager of all time.
In retrospect, it’s obvious. When the players ahead of you are tied, you know that they are forced to bet everything they have, and you should just sit back and bid nothing and hope they get it wrong.
A man on the forum was so angered by my wager, in fact, that he Googled me and my entire family and posted lengthy, erratically capitalized screeds about what fools we were and how we had polluted the Great Game. (“THESE PEOPLE ARE RUINING THE COUNTRY WITH THEIR IDIOCY AND I AM SICK OF IT.”)
To this day, I maintain that my answer was right, if not specific enough.
“Justice Peter Smith embedded a secret code into a 2006 ruling that said this author hadn’t violated copyright,” Trebek read.
I blanked. I had just read an article on this very subject. I could visualize the article. I could see everything except whom the article was about.
“Who is Dan Brown?” wrote my competitors.“Who is that dude?” I wrote. This is technically correct if lacking in detail.
You may know that during Final Jeopardy!, after that insanely catchy “thinking music” plays, the camera pans over you to show how satisfied you feel with your answer. Sara and Nick exuded calm and confidence. I made the kind of face that you generally make when you accidentally walk in on your grandparents having adventurous sex.
In the end, I wound up with two thousand dollars, which just about covered the plane and the hotel. I slunk away soon afterward.
Now, what do I do with the rest of my life?
Once Jeopardy! is closed to you, a big life full of trivia-night sliders and wings and nothing to do with your facts stretches out ahead. Losers can’t appear on it again until the host is gone.
That’s why one of us has to go, Trebek.
Alexandra Petri Book
A Field Guide to Awkward Silences
“Alexandra Petri is the funniest person in Washington. This is all the more impressive when you consider that Congress is also located there.”—Dave Barry
“Alexandra Petri is so hilarious and brilliant, she’s like the love child of Oscar Wilde and Dorothy Parker.”—Megan Amram, author of Science…for Her!
“These tales of surviving spectacular awkwardness are endearing and hilarious. Petri is the brunch date we want every Sunday. We loved this book!”—Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella, coauthors of Does This Beach Make Me Look Fat?
“Washington Post columnist Petri nails the travails of being a young adult…She brings her distinctive voice—honest, relatable, and laugh-out-loud funny—to this collection of essays that read like missives from your best friend.”—Booklist
“The Post’s go-to writer for laughs.”—Washingtonian
About the Author
Some people are born awkward. Some achieve awkwardness. Some have awkwardness thrust upon them. Alexandra Petri is all three. She is a Washington Post columnist and blogger, an International Pun Champion, a playwright, and a Jeopardy! loser and she’s been on your TV a couple of times.
She is also a congressman’s kid if that will make you buy this book! When she remembers, she does stand-up comedy too.
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