Catherine O’Hara was one of the funniest people who ever lived. And the complicated, struggling women she created, all of them trying to force-fit a functioning face atop their uncontrollable problems, were exactly what the landscape of bland television comedy — and even blander television women — of the Seventies had no clue it desperately needed. This was the same period that comedy took center stage in my own life, leading me to become obsessed with closely examining every new entry to the