Proof that you don’t necessarily have to be funny to make it as a Hollywood comedy writer is Tina Fey. Aside from the fact that she does a Mary Jo Buttafuoco impersonation, here’s a trivia note: Fey’s middle name is Stamatina which, when added to Ovaltine, produces quite a breakfast kick from what we’re told. Fey went on to be born in Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, an edge of Philadelphia town encompassed by bus terminals, hoagie shops and tombstones. Her father is a university grant proposal writer- an occupation devoid of any possible academic means of obtaining it. Like, how do you make that your life’s ambition, then study for a degree? Following in her old man’s footsteps, Tina pursued a dream of vague illusions and eventually became the writer, star and executive producer of the television program 30 Rock, a sitcom loosely based on her experiences at Saturday Night Live. Fey says she was exposed to comedy early, but was forbidden to watch the Flintstones, an autobiographical chapter, itself, worthy of compulsory reading. After graduating from the University of Virginia, Fey obviously impressed some people with her rollicksome Flintstone anecdotes, and took night classes at The Second City and eventually joined the troupe in 1994. She lists the horse-faced Catherine O’Hara as one of her role models. In the it’s a matter of who-you-know-game, Fey became a writer for NBC’s Saturday Night Live in 1997. Obviously getting back at her parents for the Stamatina incident, Fey on maternity leave from the show, saddled her daughter with the middle name Zenobia, which when added to Stamatina and Ovaltine turns you into Hunter S. Thompson. Making our point about Fey being stupendously hilarious, she hosted the first episode of SNL after the Writers Guild of America strike and declared she was a “bitch” while throwing her support behind the presidential campaign of Hillary Clinton who she was also a bitch, but “bitches get stuff done,” and that “bitch is the new black.” Side splitting election material. Checking out Fey dolled up, we can see her Greek origins in play. If Hera were attending the funeral of Zeus, this would be the way to go. Down further we see, yikes, “The Toes of Tina Fey” a horror film we were forbidden to watch as children. Remember what we said about Susan Lucci? It’s come back to haunt us with a “4″.
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