In Which Tina Fey Brings Out My Inner Therapist

2011 at 5am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

tina fey bossypants

Published April 2011 by Reagan Arthur Books

Weirdly disturbing cover aside, Tina Fey’s Bossypants is pretty great. Not perfect, but very enjoyable, and if it’s an indication of what’s to come from Ms. Fey in the future, I’ll happily subscribe to the mailing list for her next couple books right now.

Described most often as a memoir, Bossypants is not so much a narrative as it is a collection of vignettes about Fey’s (mostly awkward) life, her career in comedy, and her take on the working mother’s balancing act. Her voice is authentically present from the very first page—how refreshing, a celebrity book actually written by the celebrity!—and it just wouldn’t be right to discuss it without sharing some examples. Behold:

  • On women’s responses to the question of when they knew they were women (asked during research for writing Mean Girls): “Almost everyone first realized they were becoming a grown woman she some dude did something nasty to them.”
  • On supposed diversity in the definition of beauty: “All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful.” And who can live up to that? Well, “The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.”
  • And what about the idea that if you hang out with gay people, they’ll try to make you gay? “Gay people don’t actually try to convert peole. That’s Jehovah’s Witnesses you’re thinking of.”
  • Words of wisdom for women working in male-dominate fields? “Don’t be fooled. You’re not in competition with other women. You’re in competition with everyone.”

So, Bossypants is a fun read. I tore through it, giggling most of the time, but it left me with the bookish version of Chinese food. I loved it while it was happening, but I wanted more an hour later.

Actually, that’s not true. I wanted more pretty much immediately. And while I do mean “more” in the sense that I’d love to read another Tina Fey book, what I really mean is that I wanted more out of Bossypants—more depth, more discussion, more of a look at issues Fey only touches on briefly. Don’t get me wrong—I never expected a book by a comedy writer to be a philosophical inquiry into contemporary life or a feminist polemic, but it’s obvious and undeniable that Fey is really fucking smart, and she has a knack for handling hot topics with a humorous twist, and I would have loved for her to go there.

Also? The fact that she posed pin-up style for a feminist magazine validates the “obviously you don’t understand feminism” responses I have sent to a handful of hate mails related to the pictures atop this here blog.

tina fey bust magazine

Whether discussing politics, strange pre-comedy dayjobs, her family (I want to be Don Fey’s friend!), her experiences as a manager/producer, or her take on the politics of motherhood (the only way to shut up the breast-is-best fanatics is to tell them you adopted, in case you’re wondering), or what it’s like to pretend to be Sarah Palin, Fey left me nodding and saying, “Tell me more about that.” And if you’ve ever been a therapist (ahem) or been in even semi-decent therapy, you’ll know that that phrase should really replace “how does that make you feel?” as the half-winking therapy catchphrase.

So, I wasn’t disappointed by Bossypants, not in the least. But I know that Fey is capable of more, and damnit, that’s what I want! *cue Veruca Salt oompa loompa-related foot stomping*

I’m assuming we’ll be hearing more from Tina Fey (if she hasn’t started the next book already, I’ll eat my shorts), and I just have to say this: next time, Tina, don’t hold out on me!

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