Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. I'm seeing "Schmigadoon" trending. Schmigadoon! And you know what? My brain immediately went to "Schmiga-don't." Like, "Schmiga-don't even think about it." C'mon, boss. Don't do that. You know what I'm talking about, Tommy? That show. It's… it's a lot. It’s too much joy, too much color, too many people just bursting into song. My heart can’t take that level of sustained optimism. It feels… aggressive.
And then I'm thinking, who’s actually watching this? Is it like, a secret club? Are there secret handshakes? Because I'm trying to get through my week, trying to find my coffee, trying to remember if I actually hit "send" on that email or if that's a "future me" problem, and suddenly everyone's talking about a musical town. I'm not judging. I'm observing. And my observation is, if your life is so perfect you can just drop into a full-blown, non-ironic musical, then respectfully… no. That's crazy… but it's also you, I guess. We're starting Monday. For real. Don't look at me like that. Hit the button. HIT the button. I need a commercial break to process the sheer amount of singing.