Bossy Pants: A Book Review
If you ever want to boil a famous celebrity down to a gotta-run-to-Target-for-toilet-paper civilian, read Bossy Pants, by Tina Fey.
This was my 6AM, read a few pages, grant myself a few chuckles before work book. I savored it for four weeks because I didn't want it to end.
Ms. Fey has an uncanny ability to shine a new light on everyday normalcies through use of words. On the topic of aging and children, she said, "Thirty-five turned into forty faster than McDonald's food turns into cold nonfood." She could have put "hot" before McDonald's. She could have said "...turns cold and inedible." Instead, she naturally chose the word "nonfood." Yeah, she's been joke-writing for a hella long time, but her writing is a force to be reckoned with.
She also talks about a big break she received as a writer/actor, juxtaposed with planning her daughter's second birthday party. She gave equal importance to both.
This book helped me feel like I'm doing a-okay, even when I'm not. Even when it's been two weeks since I wrote my last blog. Even if I still have two songs to write for a gig happening in a month. Even if writer's block is curdling the milk that is my brain juice + creativity.
I want to think of a witty ending for this blog, but this is all I've got for now. This note is for anyone (me) re-reading this blog any time in the future (tomorrow).