New Yorker
Nov 2003
A profile of a pre-30 Rock Tina Fey.
On the dilemmas facing a (very famous) working mother in New York City. “It is less dangerous to draw a cartoon of Allah French-kissing Uncle Sam—which, let me make it very clear, I have not done—than it is to speak honestly about this topic.”
Thoughts on an emerging brand of feminism and the ridiculousness of claiming that Tina Fey is unattractive.