I’d also like to throw in an honorary mention here for Conan O’Brien, who this week boldly went where no gangly, red-headed, Harvard-educated comedy writer has gone before: American Girl Place.
Marry: John Oliver left The Daily Show yesterday — and in the most quintessentially English way possible. Jon Stewart extolled his longtime colleague’s virtues while Oliver sat there looking adorably uncomfortable, struggling to accept the shower of compliments. He finally broke and lost his stiff-upper-lipped composure, tearing up as Stewart and the audience gave him a much-deserved standing ovation. Do not mourn John Oliver, though (well, maybe mourn a little, because TDS is now down one brilliantly witty, Royal-watching, British correspondent), he’s gone to a better place. Specifically, to HBO, where he’s getting his own show. Cheerio, old friend. We’ll be seeing you again soon on premium cable.
Kill: Listen, I like clever double entendres and sexual innuendo as much as the next human being — but please note the caveat “clever.” There’s a difference between nuanced verbal foreplay and in-your-face disgusting exchanges that go, “What do you taste like?” “I’ve been told I taste like pistachios.” Yeah, that’s what happened in every entirely too-long scene between Allison Janney and French Stewart’s characters on this week’s Mom. I definitely threw up in my mouth several times while watching. Thankfully, it did not taste like pistachios.