Meet Meg Dick in Woodland Hills

Today we’d like to introduce you to Meg Dick.

Thanks for sharing your story with us Meg. So, let’s start at the beginning and we can move on from there.
Being born into a world of filmmaking and acting, it felt like all I knew. It was all I knew for a while, besides the simple everyday human tasks of eating and walking and shitting. Acting feels as easy as shitting to me. Yeah, sometimes a little constipated but it always came out, whether I wanted it to or not. I always say I’ve been in an acting class ever since I popped out of the womb, with the best acting teacher of all time, my dad, Andy Dick. To this day, I am in a nonstop extended improv course every time I hang out with my dad. Sometimes I did not want to go to class, but walk outside my bedroom to use the toilet and class is in session. We could have a ten season sketch series with all the bits we have accumulated, and a couple full length feature specials.

Besides the Dickly Bootcamp of Performing CONSTANTLY, I was always in other classes as well. Second City, IOWest, Adderly School, Will Gear Theatricum, The Ruskin School, and every grade school drama program. My parents didn’t let me act professionally until I was eighteen so all I had were classes, school plays, and creating my own films at home using my siblings and a lot of edited clones of myself in wigs, which were really just spaghetti with different colored food dye. Although when I was twelve, my dad did give me a little cameo in his movie Division III: Football’s Finest. Catch me as the cellphone girl. I got my first feature film as a supporting actress when I was eighteen and got my first leading role in a feature film at age twenty. I have been doing short film, web series, and getting supporting roles in features in between. Today my goal and passion is to get on a sitcom series as a regular.

We’re always bombarded by how great it is to pursue your passion, etc – but we’ve spoken with enough people to know that it’s not always easy. Overall, would you say things have been easy for you?
My road still needs some construction up ahead and definitely could have used a worker a while ago, or two. Yes, there were great perks of having Andy Dick as my dad, like lots of Christmas presents. I mean like, I was concerned my family robbed Toys”R”Us. My dad also gave me the gift of laughter and free expression, which is better than any stolen Toys”R”Us present. Along with all the great, there was also a lot tragic situations. Without those situations I wouldn’t be the strong independent women I am today. Maybe some wrinkles and grey hairs that shouldn’t be there at age 21, but this is who I am. No shame. No matter what, he is always my dad and I always will love him. When I was young, I didn’t know what other fathers did or didn’t do. I didn’t know there was such thing as a “bad dad” or “good dad.” I just knew my dad, who to me, was and still is the best dad I could have asked for. Has my road been smooth? Definitely not, but I wouldn’t want to hear or watch someone’s story whose road was perfectly smooth.

What were you like growing up?
I was a weird one as a child. Still am now, but to give you a better understanding, I don’t still shop in the men’s section at target. I had no style, no sense of femininity, and no care about ANYTHING. My personality was really molded by my older brother and his friends. I wasn’t around girls much, except for my younger sisters who were also morphed into little she-dudes. My parents always let me be me, never trying to influence any of my decisions. Although, it would have been nice for them to let me know that I needed to start wearing deodorant and a bra in third grade instead of my teacher telling me. Remember, I was raised by some strange people. My mom, a beautiful, free spirited, guitar playing hippy; my dad, a comedic genius with crazy habits; and a lot of their strange friends who were forced to baby sit me and my brother. I remember there was no filter on my dad and his friends when I was around. When I was in second grade my teacher had to have a chat with me about my cursing habits, which were just fucking out of control. That chat never did help. I must have been about four when my dad would do this bit with me and say, “Meg, how cool is that?” I would reply saying, “So fucking cool, dad!” He would show me off to all his friends with that one. I remember at age four, loving that feeling of making people laugh. That feeling never went away.

Contact Info:

• Email: [email protected]
• Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/megsdick/
• Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MegSDick
• Twitter: https://twitter.com/MegSDick
• Other: https://www.facebook.com/MegDickShorts

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