Like most, I was kinda sorta aware of Tina Fey as the brains behind "Mean Girls" and that woman that did something on "Saturday Night Live." I believe I last deliberately watched the show in 1978 with my high school pal Marie Keane. A decade later, I attended an SNL taping in NYC, where Sugarcubes—the group that birthed Björk—performed. Their live songs were so horiffic that my ears and I actually held it against the show.
With the rest of the world, I reveled in Fey's dead-on impression of Sarah Palin (um, see entry below). All of this occurred during the dark two-month period when our 50-inch plasma had a nervous breakdown... so we ultimately watched everything online on hulu.com, which hosts Fey's "30 Rock." We also saw "Baby Mama," which was original and laugh-out-loud funny with humor that was surprisingly droll and intelligent for a major Hollywood flick.
With "30 Rock," I tuned into an episode guesting Oprah and found that the show possesses the same oddball humor as "Arrested Development." Hooked. Tivo season pass, baby.
So yesterday I'm on the subway and nabbed Vanity Fair from the edge of a trashcan. The writing and skill of the interview, Fey's quirky confessions and the story of a sort-of outcast who made good on her potential, was entertaining for miles and miles of subway track. Tina Fey is inspiring to all who recognize they're smarter and more clever than the beautiful, popular high school crowd. God, haven't most of us been there?
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