Bossypants

“‘Blorft’ is an adjective I just make up that means ‘completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.”

“I’ve never understood why every character being ‘hot’ was necessary for enjoying a TV show. It’s the same reason I don’t get Hooters. Why do we need to enjoy chicken wings and boobies at the same time? Yes, they are a natural and beautiful part of the human experience. And so are boobies. But why at the same time? Going to the bathroom is part of life, but we wouldn’t got to a restaurant that had toilets for seats…”

These are just a few of my favorite bits from Tina Fey’s Bossypants. (More super funny moments here – my English major gut is a little ashamed of this as a source, but oh well, deal with it)

When I picked up Bossypants, I was expecting typical celebrity memoir/humorous essays/basically transcribed stand up sets along the lines of  George Carlin and Ellen Degeneres. Instead, Bossypants is part memoir, part ridiculously funny coming of age story, and part how to be a successful woman. And professional. And professional woman. But not in a stuffy I am better than you way. I the hilarious, clever, irreverent and smart way that made me love her on Saturday Night Live, Weekend Update, and that made Mean Girls the cult hit it is.

I spend a lot of time at work reading blogs about work and job searching and other how to be a professional adult type things – so imagine my surprise (pleasant surprise!) when I found myself learning life lessons about work, about being a boss, about following your dreams and instincts and about making the choices in your life that leave you with as few regrets as possible.

If I can look back in ten years and be half as successful at life as Fey is I’ll be a happy girl. If I am half as funny and smart, I’ll be ecstatic.