What Should I Watch Next?

It's Friday, and the world is a disaster.

Travel back with me to a simpler time, when Kristen Wiig was starting her career. She became Farooza, a sweet tooth fairy with a good friend and a few spare minutes for water-cooler chatting.

Farooza and her friend (Trixie) have a certain self-image: They are respectable, law-abiding tooth fairies. You take the tooth, and you leave the money.

But friendship can lead to bravery, and bravery can lead to shocking confessions. Something about Farooza's presence causes Trixie to "open up": "Sometimes I don't leave the money." Farooza, shocked, still finds a way to recover. And Farooza repays Trixie with a disclosure of her own: "Sometimes I don't take the tooth."

(And we're suddenly encouraged to see the life of the Tooth Fairy in a new way. What a shitty job! Who would want to take the tooth? Who would want to leave the money?)

Pain can make you crazy. The life of a tooth fairy is a life of pain. This becomes especially clear in the final moments of the skit, when both fairies reveal the extent of their madness: "Sometimes I eat the tooth." "Sometimes I spit on the children."

This riveting drama has been a source of solace for me, for several years. You can see I have some time on my hands.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m72GNRrvc88

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