Dear Tina FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!
(said in an awkward white girl impression of Oprah)
I write this having just seen the live episode of "30 Rock" (yes, I know -- it's a few weeks late; but hey I have a life) and am in complete awe of your genius.
Yes, Tina Fey, you are indeed a genius. A genius of the modern day comedy. Your humour (by the way - in Canada we like to put lots of the letter "U" in words such as: humour and neighbour; but not in the case of words like: alligator, Terminator, Legislator) wit and timing far surpass your contemporaries and I only wish that I had a daughter as a teenager so that she could one day grow up and want to be you; for I fear I am just a wee to old for that.
How do you do it Tina Fey? Week after week, endlessly riffing off the insanity of a cast of characters you create who seem to have a boundless extension into the realm of ridiculous that is neither trite, or unbelievable?
I am in awe. Pure awe.
The bar has been set too high.
I must admit after watching "Baby Mama", I was unaware of the lurking genius silently seeping through your veins. But I now stand corrected, and believe that "Baby Mama" was probably a perfectly good script that went through the rigours (see there's another "U" -- don't be confused) of studio execs more concerned with adhering to the latest research audience report than actually using common sense to allow the funny to flow the way God intended: through your mouth and onto the page.
To be completely fair, I have not seen "Date Night".
Do you speak out loud when you write, Tina Fey? I don't. That would be weird, right? Although everyone has their process...
***(passage of time)***
I have just looked you up on imdb, and it seems you did not write "Baby Mama" which would explain my confusion; and you also did not write "Date Night" so I probably won't be watching that one. You did, however, write "Mean Girls" and I now wonder if your brilliance was just too much for poor Lindsay Lohan to cope with -- having never really come back from that calibre of success.
But Lindsay is young. And the public quickly forgets...
Why am I writing you? you might be saying to yourself right about now...
The answer is not quick and simple. Could it be partly because I was too shy to write letters to New Kids on the Block because I felt inferior behind my headgear? Perhaps.
I try not to over-analyse anything I do. I find it's mind numbing and counter-productive. Don't you?
I believe on a "conscious" level I am writing because I am in awe of your comedic brilliance, but on a "sub-conscious" level it could be because I want to be your friend, or I have a delusional aspect to my ego that I have yet to deal with in therapy. But I will never know, because it is, 'subconscious' by definition. (did you notice all the "U"s in those big words? Do you feel more affinity towards your neighbours to the north now?)
Oh Tina Fey, how I envy you. How I hope to be you (well, "you" in the metaphorical sense because only "You" can be "you", and I would much rather follow the path that I'm destined to be on, however meh-tah-phor-ickly speaking, I would love to enjoy the same calibre of success and contribute the same quality of programming to the airwaves; which we don't have anymore, so I guess I mean digital streams?)
BRAVA Tina Fey!
BRAVA!
The bar has been raised very high, and I will endeavour (there's another "U", don't be alarmed) to jump up and down repeatedly until I almost grasp at it with the tips of the fingers on my right hand, because I think my left arm is slightly shorter -- but I'm not completely positive about that.
Your fan,
Karen
