Well, I was happy that Glee returned to its original self after what I thought was a disastrous all-Britney episode. Last week was no story, just a hodgepodge of “takes” on Britney tunes. But this week, there was heart and story and song, and, well, Glee-fulness. Chris Kurt Colfer’s “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” still gets me weepy, and I think it’s one of the best songs yet done on the show, followed closely by Amber Mercedes Riley’s ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water.”
I’m glad Glee is back to Glee, and I hope some of these VSP’s–Very Special Episodes–are more clearly thought out.
Oh, and speaking of travesties, how about LOGO’s The A-List? What a gay trainwreck, and I don’t mean that in a good way. This bunch of whiny, self-indulgent, self-absorbed, bitchy, catty, queeny, over-worked, over-wrought, drama-infused homos almost made me turn in my gay card and start taking another look at the ladies.
Okay, maybe not, but let’s be queer, I can be whiny, self-indulgent, self-absorbed, bitchy, catty, queeny, over-worked, over-wrought, and drama-infused. Just not all of that at the same time.
Plus, the A list? The only A I got from the show was A-hole.
Top Chef: Just Desserts: The Seth Show came to a crashing halt over, and I’m still confused about this, paper cups.
See, apparently Drama Queen Seth brought paper cups from home to use on the show and was told he couldn’t, so he threw them out. Then, I think he was told he could use them on the Ice Cream Quickfire, but since they were garbage, he decided that the show, the producers, and the other dessertestants were against him.
There was fuming and raging and crying about paper cups, that was so bad, it made me forget the entire The redhots are for my mommy debacle of a couple of weeks back. Then there was fainting and sirens and and anxiety attacks.
Then there was no more Seth. Gone. Poof.
Heather C came back, and she is just a joy [/sarcasm]. If morose had a picture it would look like Heather C.
Heather H took the Seth Bitch Spot and railed against Morgan because he won doing one dessert and she didn’t win and did a dessert and a showpiece.
Then Malika took herself out of the competition because she missed her kids, or she wasn’t that good, or she lost the joy of cooking.
Who knew that Cake Bakers and Pastry Baggers could be such bitches?
This is my kind of trainwreck.
Law & Order: SVU.
I love this show. But I don’t know if I love it because I wanna be Mariska Hargitay, or if it’s because I wanna do Christopher Meloni.
Okay, I know why.