OK, confession time. I watch American Idol. I actually like it. That's how I drifted into Glee last night. Too lazy to change the channel and the baseball game was over in the afternoon, so I watched Glee.
You've probably seen enough promos to get the drift. It's a high school musical, sort of. Comedy, musical acts, soap opera, etc. Fame meets Friday Night Lights in a gay bar with pole dancers.
Want to see what's happening?
Excuse me? HE is a single lady???? That's right folks.
They are high school students? Yep, butt-shaking, booty humping, sexual-innuendo drumming, pole-dancer wannabes right there for your titillation. Not that's there's anything wrong with that, Seinfeld-wise.
Last night I watched about ten minutes before being totally grossed by it. The theme for the night was a big Madonna-emphasis production. Of course, Madonna is the perfect role model for these 27-year-old "high school" body-swappers. Material girl values are what we instill in this educational experience.
And, the secondary theme was the recreational, no-strings-attached sex. We wouldn't want to have guilt about a little bit of coupling for its own sake, would we? Yes, the hunky hero needs to do the deed with the Asian hottie to restore his mojo with his real love interest. That makes sense, doesn't it?
Show her you're manly by humping somebody else and then she will want to get into it to displace the meaningless outlet for your libido. Works in the real world, if you don't get stabbed, shot or pregnant.
Between the no guilt sex, the trans-gendered androgyne, the bondage/discipline coach, and the nebbish male teachers, you had something to offend nearly everyone.
Where's John Wayne when we need him?
1 comment:
Ras,
See what happens when you watch American Idol? That'll learn ya!
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