I have a confession to make: I am totally, 100%, head-over-heels in love with Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. I even have fantasy scenarios to prove it. As is fitting for these lovely ladies, the images in my head are funny, a bit off-kilter and leave me feeling good about myself (i.e. if you're looking for something a little more, um, stimulating, you've come to the wrong place.)
In my imaginary world, I'm presenting at an important meeting for a woman's organization, surrounded by people who have made a big difference in community, business, and the world at large. (Okay, so it's a bit of a stretch, but a girl can dream, right?) Suddenly, murmuring spreads across the audience, and I pause in confusion. Behind me, a self-deprecating voice that I'd recognize anywhere says something like, "These are all great points. Mind if we butt in?"
I turn to see the dynamic duo standing there, in the flesh. My knees go week, my face goes red, and I stammer a response while trying not to cry. Of course, the crowd goes wild.
Sexy? Not exactly. But the thought of it definitely makes my heart race. Love doesn't exist in one constant, un-changing, and easy to identify form. I love that Tina Fey and Amy Poehler have carved out a unique niche in the modern entertainment world. They're both beautiful, but not in the typical Hollywood female sit-still-shut-up-and-look-bored kind of way. Why is it that we still idolize women as objects to be seen and not heard? It's because if you take the risk to open your mouth, if try stretching beyond your comfort zone, there's a chance you'll say something or do something that's not perfect, or that you'll be captured in a less-than-flattering light. Heaven forbid something disrupt the facade of perfection!
Amy Poehler and Tiny Fey take the silent, better-than-thou stereotype and turn it on its head. I mean, have you seen Baby Mama? They're not afraid to let it all hang out. They're not afraid that being those goofy girls you always had the most fun hanging out with in school will destroy some sort of ideal (nonexistent) image of themselves. They don't worry about always being the "cool kids." Cool is so overrated - and boring. I don't want to live in fear that one of my jokes will fall flat, and that I'll appear less attractive because of it. It happens all of the time, and it's totally fine. I don't want to live in fear that sharing my strong viewpoints loudly and proudly will garner me the ultimate compliment, "You're pretty, but you're too opinionated." Boo-yah. Works for me.
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