Chris told me last night that maybe the reason he hasn’t enjoyed 30 Rock as much lately is because he realized that he is married to the real life version of Liz Lemon, and it’s not as funny when you have to live with such a lady.
Can I throw out a theory that may have possibly already been thrown out (or up)? Liz Lemon is an exaggerated composite representation of everything that perplexes and fascinates men about every woman, especially when they aren’t acting as women are expected to act. It’s like the “snakes and snails and puppy dog tails” side to women, writ large for the small screen. I know multiple men who have said their wife/partner/co-worker is Liz Lemon, all about significantly different women, but mostly referring to quirky eating habits.
This has been my contribution to feminist theory for the day. Kindly pay me whatever you would have paid a man to come up with this theory, minus 25%.
(Not intended to diminish the fact that based on this quote alone, Tracie is more Liz Lemon than I am, as I’ve never puked at a barbecue place. Only in bars. Ohhhhhhhh, she takes care of hersellllllf….)
