Reagan/Arthur Back Bay Books
Make no mistake about it: Bossypants is the funniest book of the millennium — bar none. Tina Fey’s memoir is laugh-out-loud hilarious. Be warned — reading it outside of the privacy of your own home will make people think that you suffer from some sort of Tourette’s type of laughing disorder. Bossypants is really that funny.
Fey recalls her suburban Pennsylvania childhood, her sex-starved college years at the University of Virginia, her first seriously depressing job at a Y in suburban Chicago, her Second City improv years, and her successes with 30 Rock and Saturday Night Live in a deadpan, dead-on comedic voice. She’s a normal gal who had a tough dating life in college! She gets chin acne! And she’s grounded enough to sprinkle the laughs with some pretty sound advice:
This is what I tell young women who ask me for career advice. People are going to try to trick you to make you feel that you are in competition with one another. “You’re up for a promotion. If they go with a woman, it’ll be between you and Barbara.” Don’t be fooled. You’re not in competition with other women. You’re in competition with everyone. . . Also I encourage them to always wear a bra. Even if you think you don’t need it, just. . . You know what? You’re never going to regret it.
Anyone who has ever had a run-in with an over-the-top lactation advocate who insisted that your officially gifted and talented children have been permanently challenged by their failure to imbibe Mother’s Milk as infants will be eternally grateful to Fey. She’s coined the perfect term for these demented, diminishing harpies: Teat Nazis.
It’s probably not a good idea to read — or pack– this book if you’ve already booked a cruise. Fey’s chapter about her disastrous honeymoon cruise to Bermuda will convert anyone into a confirmed landlubber.
Tina Fey’s a star. Yet she spends her Christmases in Youngstown, Ohio puzzling over the appeal of apple butter and pickled eggs. She does provide just the right amount of dish: Sarah Palin covers lip liner with Chapstick for her trademark look. If you are a big enough deal to have Annie Liebowitz take your picture, you will be surprised to discover that she has completely mastered the wonders of PhotoShop: you will not recognize yourself or the set that you posed on. So much for artistry!
Want to be a Bossypants yourself? Take the first step and read this book. Right now!
Bossypants is available on amazon.com and at your favorite New York bookstores.