Great Aunt Peggy was stunningly picturesque, as all the follies girls of her flapper era, but the unique way she was, with her intensity and dynamism, she was uncontested. Stories in the paper, the stagnant envy of sheltered women, men flocking after her with offers of mink coats and saucy nights on the town, her effervescence permeated through crowds in the clubs, on the sidewalks, in the cafes; she was a revolution.

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Tina and I are one in the same. As her polar opposite, growing up an awkward, lanky, bean-pole-plank, I learned quickly that the funniest of humor is that which taunts and teases the self. Empowered initially by my overzealous attitude towards education, I had to embrace the nerdy gawkiness and work to evolve from a graceless lattice into a visionary superlative similar to the idol that is Tina Fey. I became Lindsey Mills, a self-proclaimed star.

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Sam Gordon is the penetratingly talented version of my aspiring athletic self. I was only ever mediocre at team sports, but boy did I try, and try unremittingly hard. Competition is a force that drives the soul, bringing your heart to the brink of destruction with the need to win. And in the awful circumstance of a loss, you fall only to let the fire be ignited once more in the spirit of vengeful redemption. That longing requisite to prove oneself is something that is inveterately entrenched from joyous birth.

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These women are revolutionary; not only women of the past, present, and future, but women that are idols to all. My life-long goal has always been to be extraordinary. I believe my niche where I will begin my revolution is still to be found.