Bossypants - Tina Fey
Let me preface this review with a disclosure: I adore Tina Fey.
No, not (hopefully) in a creepy way. My love and admiration are for her brains and wit. I'd love to sit and have coffee with her, just to talk. OK, that might be a bit creepy. But it's not like I have to worry about it. The woman is so damn busy, the odds of her having a down moment to run into me - and realize how much we have in common! - are nil.
This is reality. As is this book, which instead of a memoir is a series of incidents that Fey recalls from her life with warmth, humor and a healthy dose of feminism.
What's interesting is amid the self-deprecation and the clever observations, there actually isn't too awfully much of Tina in here. It's more like reading her take on people and moments, without necessarily knowing why.
One chapter that really stands out in contrast to that carefully constructed privacy is her description of her father. It's easy to see how the self-described dorky teen was able to ignore any feeling of awkwardness and persevere once you learn about her loving, slightly scary father. There is something to be said, I think, for having a healthy fear of your parent(s). It usually means they love with enough ferocity, you don't ever want to let them down. I've also long believed that the difference in any child's life is knowing you have one person, just one, whose love is so unconditional and complete, you feel safe enough to fly. From Tina's description, Don Fey was that parent.
Fey might be that parent., too. One of my favorite chapters in the book is a prayer for her daughter. And it contains my favorite line, "I will not have that shit. I will not have it."
What little bit of Tina that shines through shows that she is, in fact, a bossypants who is both sharp and mean. Who wouldn't want to have some time with that?
I know, I know. Unlikely. Reckon I'll go watch the 100th episode of "30 Rock" to console myself.