You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.

In this deliberately crude, hyperbolic joke, Fey satirizes the idea that heterosexual male desire can be indiscriminate and easily triggered by superficial markers of femininity (here, a “blond wig”), regardless of the actual object. The line functions as a critique of objectification: it reduces “woman” to a set of visual cues and suggests that some men respond to those cues automatically, without regard for personhood. As comedy, it also relies on shock and absurdity—sexualizing an inanimate appliance—to expose and ridicule a cultural script in which women’s bodies are treated as interchangeable targets of attention.