The New Yorker makes room at the Algonquin Round Table in its May 10, 2010 issue and reviews Glee (yes, we realize that we’re over a month late to this, but if you saw the stack of not-yet-read New Yorkers staring at us on our coffee table, you’d understand).  For our purposes here at HNIJL, we’re going to focus on the part where Nancy Franklin gives props to Jane Lynch:

The success of ‘Glee’ depends on the energy and the obvious talent of its young (but way beyond high-school age) performers, and on Jane Lynch, who plays Sue Sylvester, the acid-tongued, sneaky, and completely loony cheerleading coach, whose every line of dialogue is quotable (and is duly quoted, minutes after being delivered, on Facebook pages and in Twitter feeds).

Even cooler than that very long sentence is the part where Jane Lynch and a few of the Glee cast members get the Robert Risko treatment, at right – his celebrity portraits are pretty iconic (back when we were in 5th grade and obsessed with I Love Lucy, his caricature of Lucille Ball was taped onto the cover of our Trapper Keeper.  Not kidding.).  For the most part, Ms. Franklin has her reservations about the show, but succumbs to it as everyone else does, eventually (in contrast, she can’t stand Jersey Shore, and neither should you).  It’s always nice to see The New Yorker climb a few flights down from its ivory tower and confess that, just like the pedestrians below, they are laughing with us laughing at Sue Sylvester (right?) (… right?).  Oh, how the show unites.