I can't remember ever actively appreciating Jane Curtin until recently. At least not the way I did with Gilda Radner growing up totally obsessed with watching old SNL episodes, wishing I could have written for people who had long ago moved on to other things. And now I can't figure out why there was such a delay in my devotion, because she should have commanded my focus based on her unparalleled ability to express disgust alone. Ice queens are my people. Can anything compete with a perfectly executed side-eye? I don't think so.