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Fly away

Attention Saturday Night Live fans:  Gilly and Penelope are no more.

But are the right girls getting the boot?

Kristen Wiig announced her  popular characters’ demise in a Times article promoting her upcoming movie Bridesmaids.

Lorne Michaels didn’t kill the characters; Kristen did.  She felt — with good reason — that their time had come and gone.

Funny that she doesn’t have the same good sense about herself.

Wiig has been with SNL since 2005 and is no doubt one of its strongest female cast members.  [In the interview, Michaels places her in the “top three or four” of all time.]

But her other female contemporaries have moved on to bigger and better things — Tina Fey to 30 Rock, Date Night, and the smash best seller Bossypants.  Amy Poehler is on the funniest sitcom on TV today, Parks & Recreation.  And Maya Rudolph is splitting her time between babies and movies, her latest the aforementioned Bridesmaids with Wiig.

Wiig is no less talented than those who have gone before her…and she’s certainly had no trouble scoring movie roles the last few years. She just can’t seem to cut the SNL apron strings.

I can think of a few things that will help her with that…

Abby Elliott.  Vanessa Bayer.  Nasim Pedrad.  And the writers, whose sketches of late already seem to be favoring the younger blood in the cast.

Leave while you’re on top, Kristen.  Wait around much longer and people are gonna confuse you with Darrell Hammond.

Icky.

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Big wind

So, I’ve been perusing the celebrity gossip sites today (so you don’t have to), and there’s a new breeze blowing across the land.

Remember how you had to be thin to make it in Hollywood?

Now, you’re pretty much hated if you are.

Take Sarah Jessica Parker.  She’s sporting these muscle-only arms of late…and folks are having a field day.  Not admiring the lack of flab or anything like that.

They are pretty much grossed out.

And then there’s Tina Fey.  She’s been everywhere of late.  “30 Rock” is the sitcom of the moment.  Her movie “Date Night” with Steve Carell won the weekend box office.  She hosted a hilarious episode of “Saturday Night Live.”

She’s also been sexing it up on all her magazine covers and even the photo bumps in Saturday’s SNL.  But people want the frumpy Tina back…not this new, thin, mega-styled, air-brushed version.

Part of me applauds this grassroots call for real women to have real bodies.  Whether or not Hollywood will respond is another thing altogether.

But I have to wonder: would any of these people calling for normalcy — if placed in the same position — be able to resist becoming a bit plastic themselves?

Heck, if I achieved stardom — if money was no object — I’m pretty sure I would find it hard to resist a bit of de-frumping.

Who am I kidding?  I wouldn’t even put up a fight.

Ah, dating

I saw “Date Night” last night starring Steve Carell and Tina Fey.

Ignore any mediocre reviews you’ve read.  Trust your instincts about these two and go see it.  It’s really, really funny. (And stay for the credits — there are outtakes.)

Then sit back and be thankful that your worst date doesn’t even compare.

My worst date actually turned out to be one of my favorite stories.

I was in college and met a guy at a good friend’s house.  He came to see me at school one weekend and took me out to dinner at Red Lobster — a big night out.

When we ordered, he asked the waitress if there were nuts in any of his dishes, but she assured him there were not.  (He had a nut allergy.)

Our first course arrived — his rice pilaf, my coleslaw — and we were chatting about whatever.  Suddenly, his eyes got very large and he projectile spit his entire mouthful of rice pilaf all over my face.

Before I could react — get mad or laugh or shake the rice out of my eyebrows — he started yelling,

“Call 9-1-1!  Call 9-1-1!  Call 9-1-1!”

…each more muffled and unintelligible as his throat closed up.

Turns out there were almonds in the rice pilaf.

So, I spent that date in the emergency room, making sure a guy I had only met once before didn’t die.

And I didn’t even get to eat my cheesy bread.

Fey everyday

Hey Tina.  Big week, huh?

We’ve got “30 Rock” tonight — a rerun, but a recent one with the incredible Michael Sheen as Wesley, your reluctant romantic interest.

Then Friday night we’re meeting up at the movie theatre for the anxiously awaited “Date Night” with Steve Carell.  I have laughed hard at every trailer viewing, so I’m pretty stoked (even though I just read a mediocre review — the critics are such ruiners).

On to Saturday night, and Tina, we’ll be together again….’cause you’re hosting “Saturday Night Live.”  No doubt you’ll open the show with your uncanny Sarah Palin impression, or we’ll see it very soon thereafter.

When Sunday comes, I’m thinking feature in the New York Times in addition to the magazine covers that I’ve already spied this week.  And heck, the way things are going, I’ll probably see you walking down the street later that afternoon.  We do both live on the Upper West Side.

But, I have to be honest, Tina — I need some space.

It’s not you; it’s me.

You’re smart and funny and accomplished and, well, everywhere. You are dangerously close to be seriously overexposed.

A little less Tina would make us all appreciate you even more.

Let’s just enjoy the weekend…and after that?

We’re on a break.