Is it weird for me to be a little bit in love with Jack Donaghy? Is it freaky to admit that he sort of gets me going in a freaky sort of way? After all, I think he’s my dad’s age.
And a fictional TV character.
And a Republican.
And I have this totally hot, awesome husband who is my own age. And a real person. And not a Republican.
But there’s something about the way that husky voice mutters to Liz Lemon, “If you were any other woman on earth, I would be turned on right now,” that makes me want to don a pair of geek glasses and a lady-mustache.
I’m not sure why this happens. Maybe I remember how darling Alec Baldwin was in one of my favorite high school John Hughes movies, She’s Having a Baby. The way he came to Kevin Bacon’s door, with snow fluttering about his tear-streaked cheeks. The way he uttered, “My dad died,” with such plaintive, raw misery that I understood why Elizabeth McGovern very nearly let him cop a feel later in the darkened kitchen. In fact I used to secretly wish that they had at least made it to second base. Maybe this current Baldwin incarnation evokes some youthful hormonal thing involving 80s movies and older men.
I dunno. And I don’t care.
And even though I also want to (in the words of my friend Erin) kiss James Franco, HARD, James came in a sloppy second when he guest starred on 30 Rock recently. I only had eyes for Alec, er Jack.
Oh, Mr. Donaghy, you can insult me anytime.