Tina Fey is my Girl Hero

You know how sometimes things seem so obvious to you, you just never mention them out loud? Like, uh...white turtlenecks make all men look gay. Or...pewter is ugly...

Well, it just occurred to me I have never publicly announced the greatness of NBC's 30 Rock. This show, along with the American version of The Office (I know, I know, I was a late convert, I held onto the idea that nothing American could ever be as good as something British) provide me with the weekly laughs required to make me a tolerable person.

Last week's episode had the single greatest sequence of post-partying shame shots I have ever seen. Ah, the morning-after shame. When you aren't really sure what you said to your best friend about her boyfriend but have vague and unsteady memories of her crying at a bathroom sink. Or the sense that maybe your husband is sleeping on the couch because maybe you said something about something and why is there dried barf on your eyelash?

Rock on, Tina Fey. Boo, writers' strike (but good luck!).