Thursday, November 11, 2010

Just to get it off my chest...

Okay. I have tried really hard to be nice about this. I've tried to keep my opinions to myself and let the world go on as it is, but lately there's been such an influx of irritation that I really just have to get this off my chest before I snap and pop someone in the face.

I effing HATE Glee.

"WHAT?!" you may exclaim. "But it's so hilarious/sweet/awkward! Surely you love those misfit teenagers at some level! Surely you enjoy their musical stylings!"

No. No, I don't.

I don't want to read Facebook statuses about tonight's musical montage. I don't want to hear that Kurt is the best gay character, ever. (Please. Someone, watch Ugly Betty.) I don't want to listen to anyone else sing "Don't Stop Believin'" at Applebee's Karaoke Night. I don't want to see people from my ward at The Rocky Horror Picture Show just because their favorite TV program made it look "kind of cute and fun."

I don't care if you like it. That's fine, there are different strokes for different folks. But no amount of dedicated promotion, enthusiastic episode-quoting, or pitiful whining will change my mind.

Glee just isn't for me.