Feyning Interest
Not liking Tina Fey or Bossypants is the new liking dog fighting.
Tina Fey has a new book out. And while we haven’t read it, there are some cultural rules that have been chiseled over the Ten Commandments, so you pretty much don’t have a choice: it will be funny; it will be the best thing a comedian has ever written in an actual book; if you don’t like it you must be a smoker or an addict or a midwestern conservative; if you get it from the library that’s even better, because Fey is pretty much an angel and doesn’t need or want the money, she really, truly, just wants to help; and she cannot, ever, get too much exposure a la the dad of that adorable Suri, or James Franco.
Unless of course she hosts the Oscars but doesn’t write the material, and shows up drunk, or disinterested, and then realizes how bad it’s going and grows despondent. Then we’ll get sick of her and say enough is enough…but that can’t happen for another year…so what will it take? When will Tina Fey become too much Tina Fey? When will we give Amy Poehler the tiara and thank Fey for her reign and set her on the shelf next to Orlando Bloom?
Is she related to Tammy Fey? Because I’d read a book about that.
It won’t happen. Tina is a different brand of comedian. She’s humble, consistently funny, and doesn’t rely on one character or shtick. Her body of work is so strong that she’ll always have that. She could fade away tomorrow yet still remain a classic.
She may not always be as popular, but she’ll still be relevant.
Imagine Fey bombing at the Oscars? She’d give a pouty face when a joke didn’t come off right and we’d all immediately forgive her.