As I watched Nikki Glaser gently torch the cardboard cutouts of Hollywood’s biggest stars rubber-banded to seats at the Beverly Hilton at yesterday’s rehearsal of a killer Golden Globes monologue, the feeling was not unlike watching a superbly conditioned athlete you just know is going to rise to the moment.

Nikki Glaser is well aware that not everyone who tunes into the Golden Globes on Sunday night will know who she is. And it’s that self-awareness she’s hoping will help her avoid the disaster at last year’s ceremony,