The first time I ever saw Mary Tyler Moore she was on “Saturday Night Live,” looking very uncomfortable.
She was giving her monologue. I was 13 and it was 1988. The week before, “SNL” had done a sketch with Matthew Broderick in which he goes to a nude beach where a bunch of guys casually discuss their penises, using the word penis 28 times. (“Hey, pretty small penis there, Doug … Hey, that’s okay. There’s plenty of guys around here with small penises.”)
I remember the Broderick episode being so good that I’ve avoided watching it again, because I’m sure it can’t live up to my memories.