INTERVIEWER: Give me one of your purely satisfying mean moments.
TINA FEY: The first thing that comes to mind is a more recent one, when Amy Poehler and I were in the airport last week in Toronto and we were getting hassled by this middle-aged businessman who was doing that thing that middle-aged businessmen do, being rude. And then Amy, in the middle of the airport, screamed, “Fuck you, you fuckin’ dick, you fuckin’ rich asshole.” And it was so satisfying—it was immediate release. She would probably be mortified that I told you. (x)
And what do you think? Gay soldiers are getting something out of the deal? ‘Hey I’m totally gaming the system. All I gotta do is go to Afghanistan for 18 months where a bunch of people are going to try and kill me, but on the plus side, I might just catch a glimpse of some dude’s weiner in the shower. Really.
I am violently horny that this holy fusion of SNL and POSEY has happened. wildly, painfully, severely horny. Despite the omission of Fey, Rudolph and potentially other non-‘night-live’ funny fanny, Ms Blank - I am still sanctimoniously horny. There a few quibbles, notably some of the supporting players: Amber Tamblyn (yawn), Sophie Monk (fix those teeth NOW), and get this: Kristin (Stop laughing/screeching) Cavallari. All of which made me very very sad. However, these were quickly offset with a few other supporting players: Will Arnett (schwing), Leslie Grossman (double schwing), and Missi (schwing schwing schwing) Pyle. The ‘plot’ (like it matters) is simple. Three of the biggest geeks at school, decide to give spring break another go in an attempt to shake of their geeky stereotypes. Later on, at some sort of spring break beauty/slutty princess competition (I’m just free-styling here) they try to impress the judges and other girl-folk, by claiming to have invented ‘post-its’, only to be shot down by Goth rebel Amber Tamblyn. Sigh, yes if it bears any resemblance to some of my favourite B-grade 90’s bimbo fests, I will be well pleased. Though it may take more than an interpretive three-way dance off against Arnett to get me stroking the aids baster in the back row. Please girls, don’t let me down.