An Ode to Liz Lemon

| February 7, 2013 | 2 Comments

There is a reason why I used
my Costco Optical voucher this December
to buy a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses that I didn’t really need.
There is a reason why,
on Halloween my freshman year,
I borrowed my roommate’s blazer, crimped my hair
and carried around a stack of papers with a TGS logo on the front page.

liz-teamster-sub-600x354 copyFor seven seasons
I have watched in admiration as you shotgunned pizzas,
ate pudding on treadmills,
shoved a meatball sub into your face at airport security,
worked on Night Cheese
and made Funky Juice with white wine, ice cubes and Sprite.

For 138 episodes
I have idolized your lack of grace,
your lesbian clown shoes,
your poorly timed jokes
and unsuccessful encounters with men.
I have repeated your Blergs,
and What-the-what’s
to express myself when things were just the worst.

liz-lemonFor 4,500 minutes
I have revered your floppy-haired determination,
your dedication to your career,
to the people you love,
and to Sabor de Soledad.
I have cherished your honesty,
your confidence in displaying
your lack of confidence,
and lack of hand-eye coordination.

There is a reason why “You remind me of Liz Lemon”
is the greatest compliment anyone has ever given me.
There is a reason why a fictional character will forever remain
on my list of people who inspire me.

lizlemonthumbsIt is because you are not a fictional character.
You are me,
you are every woman who works hard
and never receives enough credit,
whose greatest joy is laughter
and whose greatest wish is to just sit in peace and eat a sandwich.
You have taught me to flaunt my flaws,
to accept my obsession with food and television
and to truly believe that I don’t have to be perfect to find employment,
James Marsden and self-satisfaction in a big city.

There is a reason why,
after seven seasons,
138 episodes,
and 4,500 minutes,
I have learned to celebrate myself
and sing myself.
That reason is you,
Elizabeth Miervaldis Lemon.
Thank you,
and so long.

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Rachel Schowalter (COM'14) is a native of the city that never sleeps: Cincinnati, Ohio. She is related to comedian Michael Showalter, former Yankees manager Buck Showalter, and criminal Carl Showalter, Steve Buscemi's character in Fargo. All of these people spell their last names wrong.

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  1. jesshackel says:

    I could really talk about 30 Rock and Liz Lemon forever, and since not too many people read these comments, I will recount to you, Rachel, a conversation I often have with my mom because I think you will appreciate it:

    Me: Well, Liz always says…
    Mom: Liz who?
    Me: Liz Lemon, mom! Duh!
    Mom: But she IS real, Mom! She lives inside all of us! And please- do not insult my friends by devaluing their existence.

  2. Lexi says:

    You’re perfect. But you should’ve put in a picture of you as Liz from Freshman year. Just saying

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