Saying goodbye to you during the "30 Rock" series finale was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But my sadness can never overcome the overwhelming feeling of gratitude I have towards your fictitious, fabulous self.
Six years ago I met Liz Lemon, a woman with brown hair, glasses, a love of sandwiches and a penchant for blazers. In her, Tina Fey created a character that could appeal to pretty much every kind of audience and not just man/woman.
A sandwich-loving, mustache-growing, stress-eating, Star Wars-obsessed, white wine and sprite-drinking, bi-curious shoes wearing, night cheese-singing, blergh-ing, Oprah-worshipping, James-Franco-one-night-standing woman -- Liz Lemon.