Tina Fey Announces Second Pregnancy

The worried reactions to Fey’s baby bump, then, are alarming, simply not because she’s hardly the first writer/producer/showrunner extraordinaire who has kids — she’s just one of the only ones who has a vagina, too. 

What’s more, people seem to have already forgotten their awkward high school sex-ed classes, where a butch lady told them how it takes two to tango.  Jeff Richmond, the goddess’ lucky bastard of a husband, has been quietly hanging out in the shadows and helping her bring up their already hilarious and kickass daughter, Alice.  Forgetting about him is akin to saying something stupid like, “Only women are parents!” before stuffing fingers in your ears and la-la-laing the truth away.

If you’re on this site, I assume you’re already aware of the fact that, like a crazed baboon, the entertainment industry sometimes slings around the most repulsive, double-standard bullshit — so I won’t go off on another tirade about it.   All I’ll say is that it’s amazing how this thinking has permeated the livelihoods of even those in the sisterhood.  How we shy away from our dreams in order to avoid getting the stink-eye from other mothers, male colleagues and Rush Limbaugh, who go about reminding us that neglected children grow up to be sociopaths, alcoholics, or hippies.

But there’s something even more important to remember here: what and who she is for us, being a mother and a career woman, isn’t half as important as who she is to Alice and the little stranger in her belly; she isn’t just inspiring us to have it all, she’s setting an example for her kids.  To forget this, to police Fey’s motherhood, is to negate everything she’s already done for us and to prevent her from continuing to trail-blaze and prove, not only that mothers can have jobs, but also that guys share the load that’s child-rearing.

So what I’m really trying to say, Tina, is that I’m happy for you and your family, I admire you, and, “Congratulations!”  Also, “F*ck the po-leece!”

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