The Office I've got a bone to...

The Office I've got a bone to pick with you, B.J. Novak. In the future, I'd appreciate it if you'd preface the episodes you've written with a warning label something along the lines of "Laughter While Eating May Be Dangerous to Your Health; Viewer Snackage Is Not Advised." Because I very nearly choked to death on a Milk Dud. I hope you're proud of yourself. This week turns out to be the stellar female half of the cast's turn to shine, thanks to Jan Levinson-Gould's "Women in the Workplace" seminar. Phyllis loves girl talk; Meredith's an alcoho good at supplier relations; Kelly reveals herself to be a bigger troublemaker than we might have suspected (nice wink at the camera, you vixen!); and Angela shrewdly deduces that "apparently, judging from her outfit, Jan aspires to be a whore." And our dear Pam finds herself smack dab in the middle of a quarter-life crisis, with the safety net of Roy and Dunder-Mifflin coming into direct conflict with her hopes for something more. Of course, that's not enough to keep her from making a well-timed "Our Changing Bodies" joke to an ever-appreciative Jim. And an ever-appreciative me. Not to be outdone, Michael takes the fellas down to the warehouse for manly madcap high jinks with a side of testosteroni pizza. Between the packing-peanut snow angels, the forklifts gone wild, Dwight's shout-out to Lost and a Hasselhoff reference, it was one of those episodes I had to keep stop-rewind-playing my way through, lest I miss something for laughing over it. Always a delicious problem. And maybe it's just that I was still emotional after my aforementioned near-death experience, but Pam's abruptly heartbreaking little epiphany totally made me cry. Stop doing that, you guys! Except don't, because I secretly love it. Chana Shwadlenak