Last night Barneys debuted their new holiday windows—an homage to Saturday Night Live (which is currently celebrating its 35th year on the air.)

Simon Doonan and team have created papier-mâché tributes to favorite characters from over the years including the Coneheads, Mary Katherine Gallagher, Roseanne Roseannadanna, Pat, Gilly, Amy Poehler doing “Weekend Update”, and of course Tina doing Sarah Palin. There are tons of cool little details to be found in the windows and we definitely suggest checking them out the next time you’re uptown.

Well, Harper’s Bazaar, just when I think I’m out…you pull me back in.

I have made it entirely clear how I feel about a certain theme in the magazine (and subsequent coverlines.) But I did find our friend Bonnie Morrison’s piece about drinking and the social aspects of a job in fashion last month incredibly insightful. And now here you go putting my girl Tina Fey on the cover for November.

If you’re not going to put a model or a “typical” (and don’t you people get all fired up about that, you know what I mean and why it happens) fashion person on the cover, then this is the kind of smarts and beauty that I want to see. And an interview I might actually want to read. Not a paparazzi shot of Angelina Jolie with a less than interesting write-around story accompanying said picture.

So kudos, Glenda. You definitely win this round. How can I argue with a woman as awesome as Tina who says of her glasses, “And I don’t wear them when I am dressed up, because then I would look like Tootsie.” And also coined the phrase, “I want to go to there.” Well played, Ms. Bailey. Well played.

Tina Fey’s wearing little more than an American flag on the cover of January’s Vanity Fair.

The unusually sexy look for the geek chic comedienne continues in the Annie Liebovitz-shot editorial with an exposed black bra and demonic red pumps. In fact, the stylists and makeup artists manicured every inch of the actress - except for her hands.

Despite the crazy campy look, the dancing-lolling-vamping Fey wears her nails short and bare as if, gasp, they actually belong to Tina Fey. Because messing with someone’s nails is like making them wear a mask.

Some people talk with their hands, but everyone’s hands talk for them. Anxious? Your chewed up nails give you away. High maintenance? We’re terrified of your crimson claws.

[Side story: A friend of mine confessed that her boss’s nails used to make her sick. The attorney “would openly gnaw on them in court” leaving an unprofessional and unattractive set of nails in his nervous wake. Are you surprised that a Manhattan lawyer can get away with that? Don’t be. After all, the self-styled bad-ass defends killers for a living and as my friend said: “I doubt anyone ever gave him shit.”]

The moral of the story is: Your nails tell the truth about who you are. If Tina Fey’s all-American hooker garb included Revlon Raven Red on her fingertips, she would’ve looked like an actual hooker. Whereas bare nails make her Tina Fey dressed up as a hooker. Which in turn make the pictures funny - not embarrassing.

So what do your nails say about you? Are you telling people you’re a little punk rock with that Black Satin, even though you’re in bed by 11 every night? Or maybe you’re coming off as a little tacky with those tips?

—GLENNA GOLDIS (our new weekly beauty columnist!)