I think Tina Fey might be stalking me.
Just last week I made a crack about when Sawan and I were married, how he would go to bed with a breathe-right strip on and I would put in my mouth guard, and it was so sexy. That we’d laugh about how “married” we were. Then on Saturday I watched “Date Night” and that’s exactly what that couple did before they got in bed.
Last week there was no new TV, so I got caught up on old episodes of 30 Rock, even though that’s a show I don’t always watch, and Tina Fey’s character, Liz Lemon, had just broken up with her boyfriend. She had gotten a pet, was going on about Tom Brokaw, was obsessed with NCIS’s special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, and was wearing a pink sweat suit. If she had mentioned that she loved Magnum P.I. I would have gone through my front bushes with a flashlight. (I thought to myself, “She’s mentioned all of the quirky things that I love. Has she been reading my blog? Is she following me, listening to me talking to my clients?”)
The reason I found this so disturbing was this: the whole episode was about her embracing “spinsterhood.” (Her words, not mine)
The word “spinster” completely creeps me out, and makes me feel like my situation is futile. Like I’m doomed to this life forever. So, yeah, an episode of 30 Rock has had me doing some major processing. Here’s what I’ve got so far. I’m not doomed. I’m motivated. I don’t want this to be my life forever. So I’ve pushed myself where I normally might not have to get out and be with people (and I mean real, live people, not just Gibbs and Tony). I’ve started making new friends. I’m really enjoying it. Thanks, Liz Lemon.