Anytime Tina Fey’s name pops up, both my boyfriend and I perk up. There are few women showcased in our media that are intelligent, funny, and talented. Unfortunately, many women are passed over because they fail the final media test: hot or not. Luckily for us, Fey is gorgeous to boot. So when that incredible woman gets airtime or print space, we have to pay attention.
I have been waiting for her book Bossypants to be released. Until then, I will be running to the nearest bookstore tomorrow to grab a copy of The New Yorker. Feministing told me to. Fey has a column in the 14 February issue on, as I understand it, being a working mother and juggling the tasks and the judgement associated with the duel roles.
Fey’s name may have drawn me into the post, but the best part was actually a link out to another The New Yorker piece. Surprisingly, the famous magazine is not as dull and stiff as I had imagined. In the humor section, Nora Ephron wrote a short parody of the popular Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson. Honestly, I clicked on the link with the Millennium Falcon on my brain and was disappointed to find it was a take off on the characters from that Girl and the Dragon Tattoo series. I struggled through the book simply because, despite its fast pace, the combination of similar sounding people and places were confusing and the tone felt dry. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to think so.
Salander opened the door a crack and spent several paragraphs trying to decide whether to let Blomkvist in. Many italic thoughts flew through her mind. Go away. Perhaps. So what. Etc.
“Please,” he said. “I must see you. The umlaut on my computer isn’t working.”
He was cradling an iBook in his arms. She looked at him. He looked at her. She looked at him. He looked at her. And then she did what she usually did when she had run out of italic thoughts: she shook her head.
Not the Millennium Falcon but still worth it.