Over the summer I binge watched 30 Rock and Parks & Rec and that is how I came to read Bossypants and Yes Please. Bossypants was the first of several books by female comedians/public figures that I read over the summer months. Let me start by saying I love Tina Fey and Amy Poehler and my bias may (read: will definitely) play a role in my feeling about the books.
I almost wrote a combined review of Bossypants and Yes Please because they follow similar timelines and when read in a row provide a pretty decent picture of the rise of female comedians. However, I decided to write the reviews separately because despite the similarities, the books are realistically very different in style and voice. It would be a disservice to both of these women to lump them into the same review simply because their lives intersect. I should note that I “read” both these books by listening to the audiobooks. Both books are narrated by the authors AND I highly recommend the audiobooks because they are amazing!
So Tina Fey’s book is just like Tina, no fucking bullshit! Which is exactly why it was fun for me to listen to, but do note that in general people really love it or they really hate it. It is filled with weird stories, satire and surprising amount of good advice. It recounts everything from the awkwardness that is 30 Rock to the endless laughs created by the infamous Palin. The voice of Fey (for me it was literally her voice) is present in every page of the book and as someone who likes Tina, that meant a very entertaining and fangirly experience for me. It checked all the boxes on the Tina Fey humor checklist: self-effacing humor, intelligence, feminism, storytelling, an I don’t give a fuck attitude, and play-by-plays of the Fey/Poehler friendship that we all wish we could listen in on.
The book also delves into what it is like to jump into a male dominated environment as a loud, confident (and sometimes self-conscious) woman. She covers life with male comedy writers, what it’s like to be photoshopped, motherhood, and a number of other female centric issues. Her book reads like a collection of short stories rather than a fully coherent memoir, but what in lacks in fluidity, it makes up for in pure hilarity. I honestly have nothing bad to say about the book.
I am fangirling, and I don’t think I will stop. I will save whoever randomly reads this the necessity of having to keep reading though and continue on in my head.
Up Next: Yes Please by Amy Poehler