Gay Famous Troye Sivan and My SNL Cry for Help!

Plus, other things I needed help with this week.

Thank you so much for being here! As previously mentioned, I’m practicing how to brag. (Why is it so hard?) So, I’m going to start by sharing the pride I feel that we at How to Be Less Old gave you the all-important youthy terms gyat, fanum tax, and skibidi on October 20th, 2023. Just this past week my husband forwarded me an article from the New York Times about the slang of Gen Alpha and it included those very three same terms published on November 8th, 2023. So, REST ASSURED, we are heavy hitters who are two steps ahead of your grandma’s favorite rag in keeping you informed.

Brag complete. Now on to my cry for help!

This past week, Saturday Night Live hit different and hard.

From the looks of it - nothing weird. A quality host, a notable band. Both of whom I’ve heard of before, which is not always the case. I was truly walking into a win. Or so I thought…

In my lifetime there has been an SNL progression that I assume is a lot like the emotional journey my dad went through with sports. He dreamt of being a basketball player, loved watching it, then one day every player was 50 years younger than him.

I think back to watching SNL as a kid and it was so exciting to stay up late — I was introduced to bands, actors, comedians and funny references to things that felt important. I would go to school and rehash the funny bits. It became a language you spoke with your friends in the hallway, a simple “superstar!” or “I’m so verklempt” would coast you through the day. There are so many sketches over the years that hit so hard, like dick in a box, spartan cheerleaders, the Californians. You GET it!

Then suddenly one day you are just straight up middle-aged old — googling a bunch of stuff while watching just to keep up. If you’re like me, your partner might be like, “You are always on your phone, can’t you just watch?” My husband is assuming that I have zero ability to be present and in the moment, but the truth is I am googling sweet sweet Timothée Chalamet’s references so I can be in the moment. Real talk: I wonder how Lorne feels.

All the SNL help I need this week:

1. First barrier to entry - it’s on too late. Duh.

2. Host Timothée Chalamet is really cute. Like ugh, so cute. But he was born in 1995 and he has an é with an accent in his name, which makes him too young for me, and too fancy! On top of that, he has a baby face, so extra creepy to think he’s yum. To make it worse, he made fun of his baby face in a very enjoyable opening monologue song, which makes him even cuuuter. I never knew this complicated roller coaster lived inside me. To make matters even more confusing, Harry Styles is younger than Chalamet but he’s much more acceptable to crush on. I will have to unpack this in my heart at a later date.

3. The sketch about Troye Sivan.

4. The giant horse sketch / tiny horse sketch. It will remain over my head. I don’t really want to talk about it.

5. Knowing what white SoundCloud rappers are like.

Hold on tight cause HERE WE GO!