Note to self: Don’t read Tina Fey’s ramblings about the expectations now placed on women’s physical appearance in public. (If you’re curious, it was the line about having the rock hard abs of a lesbian gym owner that made me spit my Diet Coke out and onto my pants.)
Hilarious from start to finish, this books offers a dose of funny for the smart girl—the smart girl who maybe wasn’t the prettiest or most popular, the smart girl who gets the last laugh. This memoir isn’t designed specifically to inspire or empower, though it’s easy to embrace that message if you choose. Rather, I just enjoyed the story of a girl that made good and didn’t let the fact she is female get in the way of making it in a male-dominated business—comedy.