Given that she’s a master of impressions—ranging from Jojo Siwa to Timothée Chalamet—it’s no surprise that beloved Saturday Night Live cast member Chloe Fineman’s background is in serious theater acting. A graduate of Tisch’s Drama program at New York University, Fineman didn’t explore comedy until her late 20s, when she joined the Groundlings troupe Sunday Company, in Los Angeles. Her unmatched Drew Barrymore impression should have been enough to earn her a coveted spot on S.N.L. in 2019. Now 36, she does it all: walking red carpets for her recent role in Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis, making her Broadway debut beside John Mulaney in All In: A Comedy About Love, and still finding time to say “Live from New York” on Saturdays. To celebrate all the good in her life, Fineman dishes on the bad, revealing her least favorite things. —Carolina de Armas
Least favorite number: Seven. I’m a five girl.
Least favorite color: Orange.
Least favorite team: Kansas City Chiefs. (Sorry!) My sport is more like the Oscar race and hoping Ariana Grande wins something this year, but I do like basketball: New York Liberty and the Warriors, to be exact.
Least favorite James Bond: The Covid one. The timing is off.
Preferred deadly sin: Shopping? So I suppose that falls under greed.
Food that makes you gag: Cheese-flavored ice cream or any of those disgusting Thanksgiving-dishes-as-ice-cream shit. Why? It’s not interesting; it’s gross.
book you never finished:
Atomic Habits—guess I really am bad at getting shit done.
Film you walked out of: Someone did have a full seizure recently during The Substance, so I was forced to walk out, but [I] found another theater and kept that body horror going.
Song you never want to hear again: I’m like one week away from not holding space for “Defying Gravity.”
Character from history you most dislike: The chambermaid in Gladiator II.
Item of clothing you would never wear: Skinny jeans.
Worst form of transport: Ferry.
Preferred form of revenge:
Thriving.
Favorite curse word: “Suck my dick, bitch.”
Least favorite habit (in you): Acquiring too many packages.
Least favorite habit (in others): Faking kindness ’cause really you are a psychopath.
Least favorite apology: Anything in the form of gaslighting or “Sorry you feel that way.”
Least favorite conversational topic: Open relationships. (It’s boring and I do not care!)
Least favorite present you’ve received: 12 cases of horrible wine.
Worst New York City moment: Someone took a dump on [my] entryway, and I scooped up human feces with a garbage bag—the day after the Met Gala, no less.
Person you’d least like to share a lifeboat with: Matt Gaetz.
Words you’d hate to have spoken behind your back: That I smell like fish.
Thing you said but wish you hadn’t: “You kiss your wife with that mouth?” to a man who cussed me out in line.
Thing you didn’t say but wish you had: Telling Ethan Hawke how much I love his motivational Instagram reels about being an actor and artist. I re-watch them a lot. I just want to tell actors and directors how much I love them, but I get weird.
Worst advice you’ve ever gotTEN: Get a bob.
Worst advice you’ve ever given: Get a colonic.
Last words before execution: “I’m not a Karen, I’m a cunt. There’s a difference.”
Chloe’s Inessentials
