Bossypants

I am reading Tina Fey's Bossypants right now, and I will warn you it could lead to laughing out loud in the gym.  I read a free excerpt on Brian's kindle earlier this summer on the train in Germany.  I cackled down the tracks not so quietly to myself while Oscar and Brian shrugged off our fellow passengers' questions about my sanity.

People will look at you funny while you chortle your way through the varied and disparate chapters of Fey's life.  If you had an akward decade you will be used to these stares and will also fully appreciate  the multiple nerd photos scattered about the book. 

 "Growing up and liking It" will make anyone laugh who had to sit through the florescent pink film-strip about periods that don't go at the end of a sentence.  At least it was a filmstrip in Prince William County Virginia in the late 80's.  Tina's mom gave her a kit that would explain the facts of life in a sort of independent study fashion.  The kit mostly scared the begesis out of her, and haunted her closet for most of fourth grade.  When the information would have come in handy it missed its mark.  To quote, "I had noticed something was weird earlier in the day, but I knew from commercials that one's menstrual period was a blue liquid that you poured like laundry detergent onto maxi pads to test their absorbency.  This wasn't blue, so ... I ignored it for a few hours."

If you are laughing you should pick up the book.  If you are not you may have the wrong set of chromosomes for full enjoyment.  Personally I found Tina Fey's TMI style of humor, in which she is almost always the butt of her own joke, a lot like hanging out with the girls on one of those road trips or slumber parties where you have to rush to the bathroom to avoid humor induced bladder malfunction.