There are many reasons why I look at Tina Fey with hearts in my eyes:
She writes, she's a funny lady without falling back on that old standby "I am pretty and can fall over", she took SNL and squeezed until it begged for mercy, along with Anna Gasteyer, Amy Poehler, Molly Shannon, Cheri Oteri and Maya Rudolph, and told it fook you for being a boy's club and proved that women are funny as though it ever needs proving anymore goddamit, and also she kind of looks like me, if she were suddenly stuffed full of beanbags until she tripled in size.
But most of all I love her for Liz Lemon. I do. I want to snog her for creating Liz Lemon, a female prime time sitcom lead who isn't glossy and perfect, who has a love affair with food and dresses like your Mom, who cares more about writing than anything else and that's okay, who has some sort of astonishing bromance with the male lead without it sloshing over into marriage and babies. You absolutely believe they are best buds, her and Jack Donaghy, and for that I will love you forever, Liz Lemon.
I don't care that top front is your worst quadrant. Let me swim in your tiny bosom, forever. Don't worry, my love- I have enough beanbags for the both of us.
Just call 1-900-okay-face. UNF baby, you know I will.