Tina Fey Emerges From Vogue Cover And Profile Mostly Intact
LatestGod bless Tina Fey. It is impossible to impinge on her awesomeness, even under the strictures of Vogue.
Unlike in Maureen Dowd’s underminey, “I can’t believe this cow got famous” profile of Fey in Vanity Fair, relatively little (by Vogue standards) is devoted to Fey’s size, preferring to talk about the evolution of her style sense and how she learned about fashion through theater and Saturday Night Life costuming.
Here’s where it gets a little meta:
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.”
I wonder what Anna Wintour has to say about that shame cycle.