Amy was in the middle of some such nonsense with Seth Meyers across the table and she did something vulgar as a joke. Jimmy Fallon, who was arguably the star of the show at that time, turned to her, and in a faux squeamish voice said, “Stop that! It’s not cute, I don’t like it!” Amy dropped was she was doing, went black in the eyes for a second, and wheeled around on him, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.” Jimmy was visibly startled. Amy went right back to enjoying her ridiculous bit. I should make it clear that Amy and Jimmy are very good friends and there was never any real beef between them (insert penis joke here). With that exchange, a cosmic shift took place. Amy made it clear that she wasn’t there to be cute, she wasn’t there to play wives and girlfriends in the boys’ scenes… she was there to do what she wanted to do and she did not fucking care if you liked it. I think of this whenever someone says to me, “Jerry Lewis says women aren’t funny,” or “Christopher Hitchens says women aren’t funny,” or “Richard Fenderman says women aren’t funny… Do you have anything to say to that?” Yes. We don’t fucking care if you like it. Unless one of these men is my boss, which none of them is, it’s irrelevant. It is an impressively arrogant move to conclude that just because you don’t like something, it is empirically not good. I don’t like Chinese food, but I don’t write articles trying to prove it doesn’t exist.
Tina Fey, Bossypants, “I Don’t Care If You Like It: One in a Series of Love Letters to Amy Poehler” (via charlotte-charles)