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The Fabulous Tina

So, yesterday was Tina Fey's birthday and I was going to write something yesterday but I was busy. I know, no excuse, but I'm doing it now. I kind of wanted to talk about how I was introduced to Ms. Fey. Weeeellllll....I was on a church retreat in the 7th grade. Yup. Church introduced me to Tina. Seriously. We watched Mean Girls on our retreat and then discussed. I thought it was hilarious and so was she. It was clever and was very relatable. It was fresh and actually sounded like teenagers. Plus, Karen is gold (who can forget "There's a 30% chance it's already raining"?) Before that she had only been the girl on that show about rocks that daddy liked so much. Someone told me to watch it. I did. I loved it. Cartoonish and hilarious. Everybody cares to make it look like no one cares on that show, and it fits. My life is scheduled around it now. So, being me, I became obsessed. Who is this actually funny lady who can manage to look wonderful in glasses? So I looked. I studied. Now, I credit Tina as one of the few people I look up to who is actually A) a television or movie writer and B) a female television or movie writer. I read Bossypants cover to cover very quickly and immediately wrote her a letter...no word on that yet, but I'll bet back to you. Anyway, go Tina!

Abby, Absolute Wannabe.

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