Glee Shmee
If there’s one thing that grates when I take my daughter to dance classes is the damn Glee cover versions. If I have to listen to ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ one more time I’m gonna snap. Having a carefully orchestrated choir of precocious stage school ‘kids’ bleat through that key change THAT HAS NO DAMN BUSINESS BEING THERE is too much.
Which brings me onto that infested pap that is ‘The Glee Project’. What is it? I mean really what is it? I find the concept of these androgynous pseudo-ugly kids screaming their tuneful angst out atrocious. The aim is to be retro-fitted into several episodes of the TV series where they can pretend to be outcasts fighting the good fight.
It makes me damn sick the concept that a ‘smells like teen spirit’ brand can be shiny and alluring for TV executives, bringing in pots of cash for big wigs that don’t give a hoot other than create an ongoing brand of structured reality TV and, in effect, lie to the viewers. ‘…this could be you….wear some glasses and get some braces…be on TV…even make yourself look geeky/ugly/vulnerable to do it…’
Scum bags. Shoot them with honesty serum and see if they ‘ don’t stop believin’.
