Growing up and liking it
All girls must be everything
Delaware County summer showtime!
That's Don Fey
Climbing Old Rag Mountain
Young Men's Christian Association
The Windy City, full of meat
My honeymoon, or, A supposedly fun thing I'll never do again either
The secrets of Mommy's beauty
Remembrances of being very very skinny
Remembrances of being a little bit fat
A childhood dream, realized
Peeing in jars with boys
I don't care if you like it
Amazing, gorgeous, not like that
30 Rock : an experiment to confuse your grandparents
Sarah, Oprah, and Captain Hook
There's a drunk midget in my house
A celebrity's guide to celebrating the birth of Jesus
The mother's prayer for its daughter
What turning forty means to me
What should I do with my last five minutes?
Women television personalities
American wit and humor
Tina Fey reveals all. From youthful days as a nerd to Saturday Night Live, her passionately halfhearted pursuit of physical beauty, and to her life as a mother eating things off the floor.
Tina Fey is one funny human being and this book proves it!
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Anyone who likes the television shows Saturday Night Live or 30 Rock will be a big fan of Tina Fey. Since I watch neither, I was skeptical about liking her memoir, expecting it to be a name-dropping, pop-culture bit of fluff meant to capitalize on her current popularity. Well, she does drop a few names and references a lot of pop-culture (because that does sell books), but what impressed me was how open she was about how her opinions formed about issues (yes, issues – cleverly disguised amid many anecdotes), her own life epiphanies, and her management style (which no doubt influenced her character Liz Lemon). She mentions the scar that she notoriously hates to mention, but just to get it out of the way – do not expect any sordid details. In fact, aside from a few F-bombs and some observations about the hygiene differences between men and women, there are few shocking tales at all. I hope that does not put off thrill-seeking readers, because this is one funny, laugh-out-loud book. Ms. Fey’s celebrity status may not be relatable, but as a woman and a woman manager, she certainly is. She had the bad haircuts growing up and unrequited crushes. She worked at summer camps and as a minion in larger corporations. She has struggled with weight and body issues (see chapter All Girls Must Be Everything), and - believe it or not - having her voice heard. Having navigated these hurdles and reached celebrity status, Ms. Fey’s account of “celebrity” is refreshingly balanced – it is what we all think as we see endless streams of Photoshopped stars dancing, dieting and rehabbing – it is a weird, weird life of publicity, ratings and critics (see chapter Amazing, Gorgeous, Not Like That). Yet, Ms. Fey treats it as all part of a job that she loves. Yes, her comments are highly acerbic or satirical, but juxtaposed with normal everyday observations they almost always take you by surprise, and will cause irrepressible and sometimes embarrassing snorts or guffaws to escape one’s lips – just in case you happen to be opening your copy on the bus, train or dental hygienists’ office, which will cause you to be “blorft” (see chapter 30 Rock: An Experiment to Confuse Your Grandparents). You are now warned.
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My daughter has a reversible doll: Sleeping Beauty on one side and Snow White on the other. I would always set it on her bed with the Snow White side out and she would toddle up to it and flip it over to Sleeping Beauty. I would flip it back and say, “Snow White is so pretty.” She would yell, “No!” and flip it back. Not even three years old, and she knows that yellow hair is king. And, let’s admit it, yellow hair does have magic powers. You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.
Why do I call it “yellow” hair and not “blond” hair? Because I’m pretty sure everybody calls my hair “brown”. When I read fairy tales to my daughter I always change the word “blond” to “yellow”, because I don’t want her to think that blond hair is somehow better.