Proud “Baby Mama” Tina Fey

If it seems like Tina Fey
is everywhere these days, well, it’s probably because she kind of
is. Last week, she graced the cover of Vanity
Fair
to refute
those ridiculous “Women Aren’t Funny” claims. This past Sunday,
she was smiling up from your Parade magazine, cute as fresh-picked daisies.
And, very soon, she’ll be delivering the funny in a theater near you
with Baby Mama.

A new featurette for Tina and
Amy Poehler
’s odd-couple comedy hit the web recently, and the more
I see, the more I can’t wait until April 25. The two-minute spot intersperses
clips from the trailer with Tina and Amy talking about the film.



The two women play polar opposites
who come together when white-collar Kate (Tina) hires working-class
Angie (Amy) to be her surrogate. What ensures is what Tina calls “as
close as you can get to seeing me and Amy in a movie version of Laverne
& Shirley
.”

Really, if you think about
it, aside from those delightful schlemiel, schlimazel gals, the female
buddy comedy is a rarity indeed. At this point, someone is probably going
to bring up Thelma & Louise, but I’d argue that any movie
that ends with our heroines taking gravity’s elevator to the ground
floor of the Grand Canyon should, at the very least, be labeled a dramedy.

In her Parade cover story, Fey talked about what drew
her to the film. The 37-year-old said the
idea that women can have it all informed the film’s humor. Ever the
funny feminist (no, that’s not an oxymoron), Tina recalls the exhilaration
of growing up in the Title IX generation:

    “We’re going to
    sign you up for coed baseball, and you’re going to play basketball …”
    It was a good time to be a girl. You know, watching The Bad News
    Bears
    — it was takeover time.

Just as deep-seated are Tina’s
comedy roots. At the tender age of 7, she drew a picture of people holding
hands and carrying wedges of Swiss cheese that read: “What a friend
we have in cheeses.” Oh, man, that’s still good, even 30 years later.

The Parade story also comes
with a quiz that asks, “Are you a Tina Fey fan?” While I don’t want to
be immodest about my Tina Fey obsession prowess,
let’s just say I scored in the 11–15 range, which is lovingly described
as “Your obsession with Tina Fey is unrivaled.”

Though, really, when she says
stuff like this, how could your love for all things Fey not be unrivaled?

    I think for women
    especially, you need to have a plan. I need to have some other ways
    to generate income, so I don’t have to stretch my face or lift the
    top of my head with surgery or something … I often feel like a complete
    fool. I’m here laboring over this tiny show so much, and around me
    people are making money by the fistful. It’s like, ‘Oh, man, how
    can I turn my personality into a line of crappy products?’ Rachael
    Ray sells, like, spoons. I could sell pencils.

Oh, Tina, I would buy those
pencils by the truckload.

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