So, where can we pick up some Comanaprisil? Because as far as side-effects go, there are worse fates than dizziness, sexual nightmares and sleep crimes. (We're talking to you, erectile dysfunction ads.)
And if it leads to Liz Lemon imagining the spunky, little tween girl sitting next to her in first class is Oprah, then you can't go wrong.
Last week's episode of "30 Rock" spent more time promoting this week's cameo by Oprah Winfrey than it did offering any storylines to Kenneth the NBC page. But everyone's favorite country boy moral compass was back in the spotlight Thursday.
Who knew that G.E. head honcho Jack Donaghy craved the approval of Kenneth, even if he doesn't even consider the page ready for the white man's burden of taking credit for everyone else's work?
"Socioeconomically speaking," Jack tells him, "you're like an inner-city Latina."
Thankfully, The Oprah did not overwhelm the episode, but give the Queen of All Media credit for playing a good straight-woman for Lemon's wacked-out airplane confessional. Now we know that Liz lost her virginity at 25 and that she still smarts from the reaction she got the day she wore shorts to work.
We'll have to try the Princess Leia costume to get out of jury duty the next time, because that looks fool-proof.
But back to Kenneth, who withdraws his hero worship of Jack when he learns that U.S. tetherball silver medalist Silver Brody was just a pawn in the network's plan to invent a bunch of Olympic sports where the Americans could rack up a bunch of medals in China.
Admit it, if NBC could have broadcast synchronized running, octuples tennis, beer pong and jazzercise, they would have. Look for them in London. (But maybe not women's soccer, Kenneth.)
The "walk-in-my-shoes" bet between Tracy and Jenna didn't quite reach its potential heights, but it's nice to know that Jenna equates being black with dressing up as early Michael Jackson and singing "Ease on Down the Road" from "The Wiz."
We will have to wait another day to determine whether black men or white women were wronged more by Adrien Brody's ambush kiss of Halle Berry at the Oscars.
As so many of us on the blog's brain trust can confess, it is so hard to resist the siren call of cable television. So there's no judging here when Kenneth accepts Jack's gift of a flat-screen TV and succumbs to the temptation of stealing reception from the poor, defenseless cable company.
Making up Olympic sports to boost George W. Bush's approval ratings to 15 percent, stealing cable ... it's all good in the morally relative world that Jack introduces the "Latina fantastica" that is Kenneth Ellen Parcel.
I wish my mentors had been so wise.