Tina Fey’s essay in this week’s issue of The New Yorker called “Confessions of a Juggler,” talks about her daily life juggling her job and motherhood. I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to go full-on vaginal Dave Barry here with a recap, but the piece really connects snugly when Fey observes that women of a certain age in comedy are always labeled as “crazy.” She writes:
“I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work. The women, though, they’re all ‘crazy.’ I have a suspicion — and hear me out, because this is a rough one — that the definition of ‘crazy’ in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to f**k her anymore.” [Vulture]
Wow. Let’s see if that is accurate. Is Alison Brie crazy? No. Aubrey Plaza? No. Roseanne is crazy. Paula Poundstone is pretty crazy, and I think Elayne Boosler sprang fully formed from the head of someone crazy. What about Chelsea Handler? She seems pretty crazy, but I would still sleep with her. I guess maybe there’s a transitional period?
Hopefully Tina won’t start being considered crazy any time soon.
