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Bowen Yang

 Again, I'm not sure if Bowen Yang is consistently writing his own material, but regardless, he has eclipsed his co-stars this year by creating three intriguing gay men:


*"M3gan" fan. Yang imagines "M3gan 2.0," where M3gan abandons her domestic life and simply embraces her gay male fan base. M3gan appears at "a club," and her abdomen is magically re-purposed as a machine for dispensing poppers. Yang squeals, "M3gan, you messy ho, I'm *obsessed* with you!" Yang then bows before his "queen."

*"Straight Male Friend." Here, Yang grows tired of self-reflection and adopts a straight dude. This is so easy! You just field questions about dick size. "Big, small....It actually depends on the moment, the bond you have...." If you *do* want real engagement from your straight friend, you simply accuse him of being unable to run fast in a foot race.

*"Jafar." We all know that "Aladdin"'s villain is gay; there is even a documentary film on this subject. Yang's Jafar says what so many Americans would like to say to Ron DeSantis: "Your look is Baby Mayor. You may think you wore those white cowboy boots, but really....the *boots* wore you....."

Yang makes me think of Cecily Strong, who was so memorable as "One-Dimensional Female Character" and "Girl You Wish You Hadn't Started a Conversation With." I've got my eye on these next few episodes of Season 48.











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