Libby Coleman was born on September 22. Extensive research has shown that no one famous or remotely interesting was ever born on that day. Growing up in New York, she was obsessed with baseball and wanted to become a baseball reporter like Bryan Hoch and other non-household names. When she was in third grade, her grandfather gave her a tape recorder for doing interviews. She still keeps it in her bag, though she’s moved onto higher-tech software.
At Harvard (which is located in the coldest place known to mankind), she majored in American history and literature, and minored in reading excessive amounts of Craigslist personal ads. She wrote a thesis about sexual assault in 1740s America and now has a knack for deciphering 18th-century penmanship (hit her up!). Away from the lecture halls, she chaired the Harvard Crimson’s magazine.
Libby, who covers entertainment for OZY, loves journalism, stand-up comedy, improv comedy, sketch comedy, comedy comedy, sports (Yankees or bust), old-timey movies, breakfast for dinner, trivia, shampooing and then conditioning every time, cars, philosophy and everything related to ‘60s music. She’s read every issue of Spy magazine, and she’s done improv with Jason Alexander and Keegan-Michael Key. Her mother thought she out-performed them. Their mothers disagreed.Libby is now living in a balmy clime thanks to OZY, and couldn’t be happier. Oh wait, actually. If someone could Control X the hills in San Francisco, then she’d be happier.
Her shoe size is a 6 … OK, 5.5. Her password is *******.