so let me get this straight.
SNL, a show that has existed since the invention of dust and the concept of âyour uncle thinks this is still funny,â decided that in the year 2026, with the entire internet screaming PLEASE DO BETTER in unison, the move was to make a joke that even vaguely brushes up against Noah Schnappâs coming out.
not name him. not quote him. just that fun little cowardly thing where you gesture broadly and go âhaha fandom stuffâ while very clearly pointing at a real queer personâs real life.
sir. maâam. ghost of Lorne Michaels. pick a lane.
because hereâs the thing thatâs making me feral in lowercase.
Will Byers being gay was not a fandom meme. it was not a punchline. it was years of:
⢠a child character being coded as different and bullied for it
⢠an actor being interrogated in interviews before he was even out
⢠the internet speculating about someoneâs sexuality as if it was a sport
so why are we circling back with a laugh track.
and donât even start with âthey were mocking the internet.â
because hereâs a fun rule of comedy:
if the people who were already being mocked are the ones wincing, you missed.
this isnât edgy satire. this is that specific brand of comedy that goes:
we acknowledge queer people exist đ
and now we will immediately make it weird đ
what really gets me is the laziness of it. because SNL is perfectly capable of being sharp. they can be clever. they can punch up. they can dismantle power structures with a sketch and a wig.
but instead they reached for the easiest, dustiest shelf labeled:
âhaha isnât it awkward when someone is gay and the internet knew first.â
no. itâs not awkward. it was invasive.
and before anyone says âwell Finn didnât write itâ or âit wasnât about Noah specifically,â congratulations, you have discovered how plausible deniability works. the impact does not evaporate just because the joke put on sunglasses and said ânot me.â
and yeah, people are allowed to joke about Stranger Things. obviously. roast the wigs. roast the upside down. roast the fact that these kids have fought God like six times and still have homework.
but when the joke starts orbiting a real personâs coming out, especially one who was a literal teenager navigating that in public, thatâs not satire. thatâs recycling discomfort and calling it content.
iâm not saying cancel the show. iâm not saying burn down 30 Rock. iâm saying maybe, just maybe, stop using queer peopleâs lives as seasoning.