PICS: Tina Fey Is A Vogue Cover Girl!
This woman right here is very Brilliant and very talented! I think she is amazing. No she isn’t the ‘usual’ cover girl or the most glamors woman you will ever see but she has alot on her resume and is so allowed to be a cover girl!
THE COVER
When Mario Testino shot Fey for the cover of Vogue in December, he told her, “You look like Stephanie Seeeee-mour.” Her favorite moment: “At one point I was posing for him, and he was talking from behind the camera and he was like, ‘You have to fliiiirt, darleeeng. You have to bee-leeve you are wuuuurthy to be on the cover.’ And then at one point he said very quietly, ‘Lift your chin, darling. You are not eighteen.’ I was like, ‘You probably say that to all the 23-year-olds.’ “Of the cleavage-baring Prada dress on the cover? “I am a fan of the deep V. These are the things I learned from my friends who are cutter/drapers: I have an hourglass figure; I do have a waist, but I have full hips and I have decent shoulders. So that V is good for me. I have learned enough that I can go to a rack and say, ‘That’s not going to work. That’s going to work.’ So at awards shows, I wear a deep V. Because it makes the triangles go the right way. Not good on me? Spaghetti straps. It looks like when you tie up a roast before you put it in the oven.”
THE SKINNY
“I don’t weigh myself. I just go by if my clothes fit. I try not to participate too much in the incredible amount of wasted energy that women have around dealing with food. I just feel like being healthy is sort of a job requirement to be on TV, and being a writer is so much coping with fatigue and stress, and you just eat. You eat to stay awake.” Since the day Fey went in front of the camera, she has kept the weight off. “I’ve never gone back up,” she says. “Well…I have had a baby. I gained 35 pounds.” She laughs. “And had a five-pound baby. “People will say, ‘Oh, fashion magazines are so bad, they’re giving girls a negative message’—but we’re also the fattest country in the world, so it’s not like we’re all looking at fashion magazines and not eating. Maybe it just starts a shame cycle: I’m never going to look like that model, so…Chicken McNuggets it is! And conversely, I don’t look at models who are crazy skinny and think I want to look like that, because a lot of them are gigantic, with giant hands and feet. Also, my dad is an artist—a painter by hobby—and I constantly would see realistic nudes. Because we were raised around art and went to museums and the women I grew up around were curvy…there wasn’t this value on skinny, skinny, skinny. Curvy was clearly meant to be the winner. I go up and down a few pounds with a relative amount of kindness to myself. And I have a daughter, and I don’t want her to waste her time on all of that.”
REVENGE OF THE NERD
One Sunday back in September 2008, the television show 30 Rock—and therefore Tina Fey—had one of those crazy, ebullient awards-show nights that linger in the memory: a clean sweep of the major prizes in the comedy category at the Emmys, including Outstanding Writing for a Comedy Series for Fey herself for an episode called “Cooter.” That Tina Fey could so blithely accept an award before an enormous television audience for an episode she named after a pet word for her vagina is but one small testament to how completely she has managed to bend the world of television toward her particular brand of superfunnysmart feminism. When she got up to accept, she looked startlingly gorgeous in a dark-plum David Meister gown—”the vampiest thing I have ever worn,” she says. Someone handed her the statue, and she shouted, “Oh, nerds!” What no one could see on television that night was that the lining of her dress had been slowly creeping up her legs, and by the time she was onstage, it was bunched up around her hips. “You look at pictures of me from the pressroom backstage,” she says, laughing, “and I have these weird lumps; it looks like I had liposuction that went bad.”I happened to be staying at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills that weekend, and on Monday morning I was at the gym bright and early—the only person there. Until Tina Fey walked in. All traces of the previous evening’s glamour were gone. In fact, the person before me looked nothing like the person who’d been on TV. She could have been any harried working mother who had dragged herself to the gym in rumpled workout clothes, clutching a cup of coffee as if her life depended on it. I was dying to congratulate her but could not bring myself to, partly because I was afraid it wasn’t her. When I mention this one day on the set of 30 Rock in December, she clearly remembers that morning, too. “Did I actually work out?” she asks. “Or was I just standing by the beautiful samovar of Gatorade eating the tiny free muffins?”
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