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In her telling of how she gradually rose in show business, Fey focuses on the obstacles that stood in her way as a woman. These obstacles, she demonstrates, are not unique to show business; they are part of a patriarchal hierarchy that teaches girls at an early age to expect less for themselves than for men and to make decisions that will best placate the demands society imposes on them. Fey’s discussions of conventional beauty standards and motherhood help inform the lessons learned by her path to success, for the messages women absorb about their value in the world seep into their approach to their careers.
Girls are taught from a young age that their bodies fall short of society’s ideal. Fey encounters this message when she reads the “Growing Up and Liking It” brochure her mother gives her shortly before she begins her first period. It contains a series of hyper cheerful, unhelpful conversations between fictional friends, avoiding the actual physical, less pleasant practicalities. In “All Girls Must Be Everything,” Fey spends time discussing the strict but impossible standards of female beauty, how there is a “laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful” (22) and how the contradictory nature of these qualities prevents women from being able to achieve them. Later, she notes how a misguided vision of perfection is expected not only of women’s bodies, but also of their personalities. Fey’s mention of how Jimmy Fallon was offended that Amy Poehler’s joke wasn’t “cute” (129), as well as her discussion of the criticism she received for being “mean” and not “dignified” (214) in her portrayal of Sarah Palin, suggests that women are supposed to present to the world in neat, trim little packages, in all ways possible, despite the reality of women’s actual bodies and minds.
Fey offers examples of how men are not subjected to the same impossible standards and how systems favor men. At the YMCA, Fey notices a “power pyramid” in which “a middle class of women […] did all the work and kept the place running” beneath an upper class of “the least-useful men you ever met” (71). While “older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves” still manage to find work, older women, who have outlived their usefulness because “no one wants to fuck” them, are deemed “crazy” (246). A male director at The Second City claims that “[t]he audience doesn’t want to see a scene between two women”; furthermore, directors cast fewer women because they believe “the women wouldn’t have any ideas” (80) to contribute. Fey remarks that Dana Carvey, Darrell Hammond, and Dan Ackroyd are never accused “of ‘going too far’ in their political impressions” (214) because the standards of gentility do not apply to men. Even on Saturday Night Live, a show Fey later describes as a place where men are amenable to suggestions from women, actress Cheri Oteri is passed over for a female role in favor of Chris Kattan in a dress. In this way, the hierarchy perpetuates itself. Women struggle to prove their ability when they aren’t given equal opportunities, and their lack of opportunity results in them being seen as weaker.
As a result, many women feel the need to compete with each other for what they perceive as scarce opportunities, sometimes sabotaging each other in order to vie for attention. In “Delaware County Summer Showtime!” Fey convinces the director not to cast in a role the “hot blond dancer girl” (27) for whom her boyfriend left her. Her feeling of insecurity continues at University of Virginia, when she “couldn’t compete with the sorority girls with their long blond ponytails and hoop earrings” (53). She describes a time at Saturday Night Live when “one of our most intelligent actresses” (81) resists the hiring of another actress whom she believes will be competition for lines. Fey writes that women should not be “fooled” into thinking they are “in competition with other women,” reminding them that they are “in competition with everyone” (81). There is, writes Fey, no reason why there should not be enough lines, as they write the lines themselves; the idea that there isn’t enough for all the women is a falsehood perpetuated by men in power.
The discussion of motherhood reiterates and expands on the difficulties women face trying to find personal satisfaction in the face of society’s demands. Women who pump or formula feed are thought to have chosen “not to love [their] baby enough to breastfeed” (218) and are shamed by “Teat Nazis” (219). Similarly, in children’s books like My Working Mom, working mothers are cast as witches who neglect their children. People who ask Fey how she juggles it all seem to be accusing her of “fucking it all up” (233). However, Fey feels “trapped” (219) by the commitment required by pumping. Even the "Teat Nazis" (219), suggests Fey, struggle with their identities: as “highly ambitious women,” they judge others because they themselves “experience deprivation from outside modes of achievement” (220). Still, Fey sometimes regrets her choice to work, and she sobs in her office realizing “[t]his ‘work’ thing was not going away” (235). The fact that Fey’s “friends who stay home with their kids” (235) also sob at times only reinforces that women often feel lost whether defy convention or fit neatly into it.
From the first chapter when a fellow kindergartener rips up her paper and she is forced to enter “the real world” (11), Fey writes of how experiences, observations, and even mistakes impact her view of the world and of herself. Just as she learns about comedy from her colleagues—she dedicates an entire chapter to “Things I Learned from Lorne Michaels” and takes time throughout later chapters to describe comedy techniques she’s learned from Seth Meyers, Alec Baldwin, and others—she takes lessons away from life experiences, always seeking to grow.
Throughout Bossypants, she embraces her mistakes and mishaps because they force her to learn lessons that make her a better person. At Summer Showtime, when she is chastised for intervening in her friend’s romance, she experiences “a major and deeply embarrassing teenage revelation” that she’s been “using [her] gay friends as props” (40). She also sabotages a girl who is dating her ex-boyfriend and later learns that “girl-on-girl sabotage” (37) is some of the “worst kind of female behavior” (38). Fey’s acknowledgment of her mistakes and of their necessity toward self-improvement is also reflected in her perspective on comedy. She writes that “THERE ARE NO MISTAKES, only opportunities” (77) in improv; she also believes the pilot episode of 30 Rock is “awkward, sweaty,” and a “mess” (154), but by the 11th episode it “had really found its voice” (172). Personally and professionally, Fey turns mishaps into learning opportunities. While her comment that “bombing is painful, but it doesn’t kill you” (113) refers specifically to improv, it arguably applies to oneself, as well.
Lessons sometimes come from unexpected places. For example, even though she misses signals from Handsome Robert Wuhl that would have told her he isn’t romantically interested in her, her time with him teaches her she could climb mountains, something she’d never expected to do. Working at the YMCA, she witnesses depressing scenes of human loneliness that inspire her to work her way upward by applying for a promotion and taking improv classes at night. In this way, Bossypants, even when meandering through seemingly unrelated memories, is a collection of events that all together help Fey develop into the person she is today.
Amy Poehler, by cavalierly telling Jimmy Fallon she doesn’t care if he likes her “unladylike” (129) joke, demonstrates to Fey the power of boldly refusing to conform to sexist conventions—and therefore embodies one of the most important lessons of the book. Fey learns early that women are objectified and expected to conform to strict standards of beauty. When she’s 13, a man stuns her by yelling a lewd comment at her from his car; also as a teenager, she learns from her cousin’s judgmental comment about a stranger that “there are an infinite number of things that can be ‘incorrect’ about a woman’s body” (20). Her experiences working in comedy further illustrate the challenges women face in trying to achieve respect and success. In the final chapters, Fey learns that the standards of female beauty and behavior extend to motherhood and that there is, in fact, nothing a woman “must” (220) do.
That the book ends in an open-ended manner—Fey has not yet decided whether to have another baby and suggests that she knows “everything will be fine” (250) even though she doesn’t feel it—is the final illustration of her continuous learning, for she leaves the reader mid-lesson.
In “Introduction,” Fey shares a photo of herself as an awkward child, followed by a photo of herself as a glamorous adult posing in a fancy gown. She writes that her book is “a simple task of retracing [her] steps to figure out what factors contributed to this person developing into this person” (5-6). Recalling a theater party she attended in high school, she snidely remarks how she looks “pretty cool” in her “best Gap turtleneck” (34). At University of Virginia, she is “a wide-hipped, sarcastic Greek girl with short hair that’s permed on top” (53). She also competes for male attention with “sorority girls with their long blond ponytails and hoop earrings” (53). She struggles to read social signals, making a boy from her dorm “literally” (53) run away when she tries to kiss him, and she goes all the way up Old Rag Mountain with Handsome Robert Wuhl before realizing he isn’t romantically interested. In “The Secrets of Mommy’s Beauty,” she writes of her shag haircut, fanny pack, and pimple squeezing.
By sharing her glamorous photo, Fey acknowledges her transformation and illustrates how glamor and success can come from humble beginnings. She also suggests that this awkwardness is normal, not only in youth but also into adulthood. Her glamorous photo shoots take place only after hours of preparation by stylists and makeup artists. Perhaps more importantly, she still believes that “things most people do naturally are often inexplicably difficult for me” (248). The lesson seems to be that physical or social awkwardness, like mistakes, is often unavoidable and not necessarily detrimental to one’s personal life or career.
Bossypants advocates for the acceptance of all kinds of people. Fey applauds her parents for not discriminating against her gay and otherwise “weirdo” (30) friends; she appreciates Larry Wentzler, the creator of Summer Showtime, for offering “a place where they belonged” (41) and weren’t treated differently. There is also, of course, the ubiquitous message of acceptance for women of all shapes, sizes, and faces, perhaps best encapsulated by her repetition of the statement “We should leave people alone about their weight” (106, 108) in her chapters about “being very very skinny” and “being a little bit fat.” Finally, she loves her show because, like so many “beloved shows like Cheers, Frasier, Seinfeld, Newhart, and The Dick Van Dyke Show,” it casts people with “normal human faces” as opposed to “every character being ‘hot’” (174). The popularity of these shows is further evidence that people should be treated with equal respect not despite, but because of, their differences.
Fey’s observations of the struggles of others frequently help her keep her own struggles in perspective. She ponders that, as sad as she is for her summer to be over, the gay teenagers at Summer Showtime “had more to dread about going back to school than just boredom and health class” (40). She is moved by a YMCA employee’s organizing a grim Christmas dinner for the residents and tears up from the thought of his buying them all socks. When considering whether to leave 30 Rock to have another baby, she thinks about the people who work on the show: they “have kids that they miss all day just like me” and “keep the same terrible hours as I do,” but the difference is that “unlike me, they are not working at their dream job” (236). In the second to last paragraph of the book, Fey writes that to an “active-duty soldier, homeless person, Chilean miner [or] […] anyone with a real problem”—she must look like a “little tiny person with nothing to worry about running in circles, worried out of her mind” (250). Closing with this comment ensures that her readers will remember it clearly, that it will be what they take with them from her book. Her decision to place this comment so prominently makes it impossible for readers to ignore, thereby serving as the final example of her humble self-awareness.
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