Clearly sensing my pessimism over the negativity pervading the glossies right now, U.S. Harper's BAZAAR have thrown me a major bone – Tina Fey for the November cover! Just looking at her makes me smile like a kid on Christmas Day.
But, of course, the pleasure is in the dialogue. People who use Botox, she says, "look like their faces are full of candles -- a shiny, shiny face. Festive. A holiday candle."
And Madonna and Gwyneth's near religious devotion to yoga and exercise? "You will still die. I'll do grave yoga. Someone can come and stretch me in my grave... I like to delude myself that I'm in the old-Hollywood mode. I just tailor my clothes well and try to keep my skin clear. While it would be great to work out an hour a day, there is something inherently sort of selfish about it. I can't do it."
I particularly enjoyed this paragraph from Laura Brown's cover feature:
"30 Rock headquarters forms one third of a triumphant New York nexus, with Gossip Girl's and Sex and the City's offices across the hall. In the reception area is a hodgepodge of Tina's press, including red-carpet moments and magazine covers, pinned up like a proud mom's scrapbook. Today she is wearing an ivory shirt and trousers ("I don't know why I'm in head-to-toe ivory") and new Prada Sport sneakers to put the pep in her step. "Shopping!" she says gleefully. "I've been shopping. I am no longer the least stylish woman in the room."
But you're still the funniest gal in the room, Tina. And I think I'd rather aspire be her (or, as Brown says, stand next to her) than the cranky one in uncomfortable statement heels.
Girl With a Satchel