I'M LIZ LEMON.

I am totally, without a doubt, undeniably, 100% Liz Lemon.

Jack described Liz as this: "New York third-wave feminist, college-educated, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, overscheduled, undersexed, you buy any magazine that says 'healthy body image' on the cover and every two years you take up knitting for...a week."

Wow. Trade knitting for scrapbooking and you have me.

I love to eat.

I'm allergic to cats. And "anything warm and adorable."

I only need glasses to see far away but I'll wear them all the time anyway.

I have a strong aversion to unfairness. [You remember when she buys all the hot dogs because someone formed a new line? Yeah. I'd do that.]

I would probably break up with someone who was attractive enough to get whatever he wanted. [Jon Hamm, anyone?]




"I want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching “Lost.” And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame, and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed - like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms, like a damned Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me. Even when I’m old. And that’s what I want."

-Liz Lemon, 30 Rock


I couldn't love her more.