In honor of the end of 30 Rock to, this post is a tribute to Liz Lemon...err..Tina Fey. Like Angela of My So Called Life defined my teenage years, Liz Lemon has helped me accept the cranky, gross, stressed out adult I have become. Liz Lemon made feel not only that it's OK to be imperfect, disgusting, hungry and messy, but awesome to be all of those things.
Yes, I write a fashion blog and dress up in pretty clothes, but most of the time I would rather be farting into a slanket eating night cheese. And I am OK admitting that. Nope, nope. I am proud to admit that. So, tonight I am going to go home, put on my glasses, sweatpants and cardigan and shotgun a pizza.
And thank you Liz for giving me an example of how the Scot dances. Seriously, he thinks he's doing a hilarious Mick Jagger impression, but he actually looks like this: