Read this. Please. I confess that I love the show 30 Rock and I do find the actor Alec Baldwin quite funny as the character he plays on the show, but I've never felt strongly about him as an actor. I still don't, after reading this, but this is one of the most well-written, interesting profiles I have ever read. That's one of the things I love about The New Yorker. It can take something you never thought you really cared about-say, Alec Baldwin, or thumbtacks, and make it interesting.
It is about restlessness, creativity, dissatisfaction, loneliness, self-loathing and a reminder that money most definitely does not buy happiness.
Sound depressing? It's actually not. In parts it's actually laugh-out-loud funny. And trust me, it's way better than thumbtacks.
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