Dear Liz Lemon,
I would like to thank you for your years of entertainment. For six years, you and I have been truly "getting" each other. Like two peas in a pod, you are my TV soulmate. Actually, you're mine and about 5 million other viewers' soulmate. (It's OK, I'll share as long as you share my love for you with your creator, Tina Fey.)
On this Valentine's Day, I want to truly appreciate you for all the work you have done in making us feel OK about ourselves. You proven it's OK to shotgun a pizza, to ask for day-old donuts and to live our fantasies through a Sims family who keeps getting murdered. You made night cheese an acceptable snack, improved our vocabulary ("whuck!?") and let us know it's OK to fly into a rage when somebody touches your food.
Liz Lemon, you are truly special. Why? Because you embody a little bit of all of us in you, especially those of us who are afraid to wear shorts to work. You don't need the Subway Hero, the handsome (dumb) doctor, the hotdog salesman or even astronaut Mike Dexter, we -- the people of the world and you, Liz Lemon -- have each other and I can't think of a better person to spend Valentine's Day with.
All my love,
Chris
PS: For video proof of Liz's excellence, check out the slideshow below.
PPS: "You are my heroine! And by heroine I mean lady hero. I don't want to inject you and listen to jazz."
