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“By the way, when Oprah Winfrey is suggesting you may have overextended yourself, you need to examine your fucking life.”

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Bossypants

In Bossypants, Tina Fey shares her personal anecdotes and insights into the world of comedy, offering a humorous and self-deprecating look at her life. The book covers her early years, her time at Saturday Night Live, and her experiences as a mother and wife. Fey's wit and humor shine through as she reflects on her career and personal life, providing readers with an entertaining and often poignant look at the ups and downs of fame and success. more

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Tina Fey
Tina Fey

Tina Fey, born on May 18, 1970, is an accomplished American actress, writer, and comedian. She gained fame for her work on 'Saturday Night Live' and has since starred in numerous films. Fey is recognized for her humorous and witty performance style. more

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