Bossypants

I consider myself a humor writer (Calm down! Didn’t say I was a good one…), and perhaps as a consequence, I have a fairly high threshold for finding things *really* funny.  Sure, I will find a lot of things lukewarm amusing – haaaaa…um, no.  But, laugh out loud, rub my belly and flip around from side to side on the floor silly? So. Rare. When I find something like that, look out, because this girl feels like she just won the lottery and about to drop some serious Gs on diapers.com.

Bossypants? Is that thing.

Bossypants is Tina Fey’s new book, a collection of wicked witty reflections starting from her childhood, through college at University of Virginia, to Chicago where she worked the front desk of the Y, to doing improv at Second City, to Saturday Night Live and beyond.

Even the back cover is fabulous. Case in point, this blurb:

Once in a generation a woman comes along who changes everything. Tina Fey is not that woman, but she met that woman once and acted weird around her.

I mean, hello? Can I marry you? ….What? I’m not your type? I CAN CHANGE.

I loved the book so much that I rationed my reading of it, not wanting to get through it too fast. Often, I would read a chapter while nursing the newborn, since what else am I going to do, and can’t count the number of times I started shaking with laughter, causing little Emile to stop nursing to look up at me in surprise. Mama? Is it an earthquake? Are you ill? Once or twice, it was so funny, he started laughing along with me. We’re talking humor-osmosis, people.

This is powerful stuff.

If you need to laugh in a big way, read this book.  My only criticism is that it is not longer.

Later- going to put a picture of Tina inside my locker now.