“His kindness and his sense of humor were probably the main things that attracted me. I met him when I was 24 and we’ve been together ever since. I went on so few dates in my life before I was married, but it was kind of love at first sight for my husband and me.
It was very easy and affectionate from the beginning, and there was none of that no-calling-back or game-playing. We didn’t get married until I was 31, but we knew early on that it was something we wanted to do; it was just a matter of us living in the same city again. Jeff was in Chicago and I’d moved to New York [for SNL], but there was never any question about us being together: I was very lucky in that sense.”
Highs and lows.
On the last page of Tina’s script, the words “END OF SERIES” were circled, and “–30–,” journalism jargon for “end of story,” was written beneath them. I’d typed “END OF SERIES” into the script the night before without thinking much of it, but seeing it there alongside the show creator’s handwriting was profoundly moving. I snapped a photo and put it up on Instagram.
Tina noticed it and emailed saying she was honored by the gesture. (x)
You are one of us, Olivia. We march behind him, we sing his happy tune, and then we pick up our hatchets and we chop up the Judases into bloody little pieces and dance around their corpses, because that is our job. That is what we do. We take care of Fitz. And we don’t do it because we are believers, which we are. We don’t do it for the rush or the high or the power, which we are most certainly junkies for. We do it because Fitz can’t, he can’t do it. If he could do it, we wouldn’t worship at his alter. People like Fitz, they go down in history. People like us, we create the history. We run this world so he can lead it. That’s what I’m trying to tell you: the way this world works, the people is you and me, and Hollis, and Mellie, and Verna. We are the people. It comes down to two questions, Olivia: does he deserve to be president? And if you think he does, do you think he can win it on his own?
Couldn’t find one without the mark, but they are adorable so I shall post this anyway!
You live on the second floor. Quit dropping shit.
ETA: OH, NOW THERE’S HAMMERING?