my lovely sister lent me her copy of bossypants, or as i like to call it: tina fey’s magnum opus. i read it in the airport. and snort/laughed several times- to the chagrin of the man sitting next to me.
ellen degeneres, tina fey, amy poehler
i’m not sure where in the godhead each of these ladies would fall, but in keeping with catholic tradition we could just say they are all as one.
allow me to give a couple of highlights: in response to someone (a male) calling her a cunt:
“NO! You don’t get to call me that. My parents love me and I am not the child of alcoholics who take that shit.”
“[I have] straight Greek eyebrows. They start at the hairline at my temple and, left unchecked, will grow straight across my face and onto yours.”
“Why do I call it ‘yellow’ hair and not ‘blond’ hair? Because I’m pretty sure everyone calls my hair ‘brown’…Yellow hair does have magical powers. You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to [have sex] with it.”
i’m telling you ladies, this book is non-stop. borrow it, lend it, or spend lots of money and buy it because tina fey has done more for women in t.v. then any other. and i, for one, am glad her life took the path it did.