Here’s a woman (a fictional one, but still…) with a weird name, Elizabeth Miervaldis “Liz” Lemon, (Tina Fey) who masters the art of embarrassment, and sprinkles her defaults like fairy dust minus the magic. She’s a geeky weird version of Wonder Woman, who can, in spite of every possible obstacle, concur all and put on a great show. A woman who, with no shame what so ever, puts food and cable on a pedestal and loudly admits to being on the verge of spinsterhood (A sweatshirt+a cat called Emily Dickinson). A woman like that is worth loving, in my eyes.
I became acquainted with 30 Rock a few years back when it had aired in Israel, but began watching it closely only lately. Thank you, Netflix. Closely means like 3-4 episodes a day. Liz Lemon basically entertains me during lunch, after work, before bedtime, etc. (yes, I do have a life). As I watch and crack up, I subconsciously collect characteristics of this comic lady and analyze them. I’m a single woman in New York, she’s a single woman in New York. It’s inevitable. Confused, I found some similarities between the two of us. The love for food and TV, the hate for clubbing and late night going outs, the goofiness with men or life itself, for that matter, we’re both funny… I’m pretty funny, ask anyone! Basically we both have the mentality of old women. With a remarkable chain of gorgeous boyfriends (Dean Winters, John Ham, Jason Sudeikis, and Matt Damon) and a handsome blue eyed mentor/ boss, Jack Donaghy (Alec Baldwin), I wouldn’t mind taking her place from time to time. The foot thing is something else now. Ms. Lemon is a remarkable writer who knows how to bring on comedy at its best. Too bad it takes over her social skills which stand between zero to non existent. Jack summarized it best when he said that Liz is, “New York third-wave feminist, college -educated, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, over-scheduled, undersexed, you buy any magazine that says ‘healthy body image’ on the cover and every two years you take up knitting for…a week”.
What does it take to make proper fun of yourself and still walk proud through the halls of NBC? It takes a Liz Lemon attitude. I love you, Liz Lemon! if losing my feminine dignity for a huge chunk of great sense of humor and the skill to put it on paper, I’m totally in!