Tina Feytigue

A blogger asks a question today, that I’ve been thinking about for awhile:

Just curious…
… when the Tina Fey backlash is gonna start. Because, you know, it’s inevitable. Any guesses?

Look, Tina Fey is great. She was great as the head writer of Saturday Night Live, she carried that bag of hair Jimmy Fallon through Weekend Update, 30 Rock is one of the best shows on television, and you can barely even see the scar on her face anymore. But is it just me, or is anyone else having flashbacks to late 2003, after the euphoria of Maid in Manhattan had worn off and the dull ache of Gigli had set in, when Bennifer still seemed to be going strong, or at least going anywhere there were photographers, and then J Lo had to release her own brand of perfume? I really think it was the perfume that destroyed her. Now look at her. She’s a shell of her former self. Some men even say they only rarely fantasize about fucking her anymore. Rarely!

Could Tina Fey be the J Lo of comedy?

From her role as Most Visible Writer during the strike, to the covers of Entertainment Weekly and Marie Claire, to Baby Mama, to her AmEx ad, to “bitch is the new black” , to Oprah (OPRAH!) it’s just a matter of time before her line of weave extensions hits Big Lots.

Seriously, Tina, you are on a roll, but your roll is crushing my face. This is not a backlash, but IT COULD BECOME ONE. I’m throwing down the blogauntlet. Fart.