I can't help it - I'm in love.
I've been a fan of Tina Fey's since Weekend Update on SNL and I've loved her in 30 Rock, but now? Listening to her read her audiobook of Bossypants? It's like the stars have aligned and I have found my soul mate. [Please don't tell her and scare her off. Thanks.]
She is brilliantly funny and very snarky and so. very. smart. I love this woman. I want us to be friends.
I want you all to read or listen to her read her book, so that we can talk about it and I won't seem like a complete lunatic for my NON-STOP yammering about how hilarious she is.
But she is! Really!
Funny and insightful and a badass.
And one of the things I love best is when she talks about how, when she and Amy Poehler were on SNL, Amy Poehler did something funny, and Jimmy Fallon was pretending to get all offended and said, "Oh, stop it, I don't like it," and Amy Poehler turned on him and said, "I don't fucking care if you like it," and I thought YAY! Yes! THAT is how I want to live my life.
I don't fucking care if you like it.
That is Tina Fey's advice for me. For us all.
I think most of the regrets and angst I've had are when I try and fit myself into someone else's idea of me. Someone else's opinion of how I should live or behave or act. It stifles me and I feel compromised and ridiculous and it never works out.
This is not to say that I'm going to do something as disgusting as removing my shoe and rubbing my foot on the carpeting in a public place [seriously? DISGUSTING!] but it does mean that I need to trust myself and my instincts and my abilities more. To just be myself and realize that people may like me or they may not like me, but it won't matter because I like me.
And now we have devolved into 1970s I'm O.k., You're O.k., and for that, I apologize.
Anyway, I can't stop recommending Bossypants, or Tina Fey in general. 30 Rock is one of the best things on t.v., which sounds like I'm damning it with faint praise, but I'm telling you it is GENIUS. Plus, Alec Baldwin? The sexiest of the Baldwins? Nice. And LL Cool J was on it for an episode. YUM. YUM.
Disclaimer: I did watch Baby Mama last night [I AM NOT STALKING TINA FEY THROUGH MY ELECTRONIC DEVICES] and while I loved her, I was underwhelmed by the movie in general. Then I realized that it was written and directed by a man, who I'm sure is lovely, but seriously? A singing scene? A dancing montage? How cliche. All they needed was another montage of Tina Fey trying on sexy clothes, which they mercifully skipped and instead just showed the end result of her being sluttily dressed by Amy Poehler and it would have been an 80s cliche trifecta. Still, my love for Tina Fey remains undimmed.
What do you think? Is this getting out of control? Or is my love for Tina Fey pure and righteous?