So Sue me

Today, I am officially launching the If Jane Lynch Doesn’t Win an Emmy It’ll Be a Crime Against Humanity Campaign (IJLDWEIWBCAH, for short and unpronounceable). Why? If you even need to ask that it’s a crime against human – that human being you because, dude, why aren’t you watching “Glee?” The wonderful thing about this Jane Lynch Renaissance has been that those of us who have loved her for years are feeling validated and those of you who are new to the experience can make up for lost time. That this is all happening to Jane at 49, the age when many actresses are considered well past their Hollywood-approved expiration date, is even more wonderful.

Last week’s episode added untold layers to Sue Sylvester. Which in turn added untold layers to Jane. While she has been one of the most reliable scene stealers in the business for the past decade, she can do so more than just the funny business. She can be warm, she can be generous, she can be serious – and still steal the scene. I recently caught her on “Criminal Minds” as Dr. Reid’s schizophrenic mother. She was amazing and there wasn’t a laugh to be had.

Of course, that doesn’t mean we aren’t in love with the laughs. In fact, now I can’t imagine what I would do if I couldn’t get my weekly dose of Jane. On script, off script, she is a guaranteed crack up. On Tuesday she showed up on the “Tonight Show” and managed in a few short minutes to idolize Carol Burnett, call out Andy Richter and explain the art of throw pillow throwing.

And then, well, then there is this little gem. I give you Jane Lynch, dancing, a blow dryer and tank top.

In particular, I want you to pay attention at second :35. Oh, to be that zipper.

Like I was saying, If Jane Lynch Doesn’t Win an Emmy It’ll Be a Crime Against Humanity. And that’s how Snarker C’s it.

p.s. Hey, “Glee,” never leave Jane out of an episode like that again. You’ve been warned.