When I last wrote about Saturday Night Live, it was 2019. The show’s cast back then was led by stalwarts Kenan Thompson (the ever-living), Kate McKinnon, Cecily Strong, Aidy Bryant, and a lively crew of other decently-rounded sketch performers. I’d denoted even then that my personal proclivities as to the show’s success or failure rate had started to err towards a grouchier side. But go back and reread me; I wasn’t an old man yelling at the clouds… yet.

Well, I am now.

After drudging through the fifteenth episode of this, the 51st season of the NBC lynchpin of comedy (on Sunday morning, like the rest of us olds), I found myself yet-again leaving rage-baity comments on video after video. Recognizing that this propensity for ill-will after every single sketch finally permeated my thick skull, I rushed to an empty Google Doc to capture my sinful confession for you all. 

I don’t really like SNL anymore, and should stop watching it. It’s no longer for me. 

I pulled up the cast list, and realized I had an overt hot take on every single one: Continue reading “So Long and Thank For The Fish, Man 111: My Irrational Hatred of Jane Wickline” →