My parents were up for dinner the other night, and for SOME REASON, they have become American Idol fans. Way to jump on a sinking ship, PARENTS.
Now, I've never watched the show. No, wait. I have. Like, once. My old roommate, CreePaul, was a fan, and I would tape it for him sometimes when he was going to be home late. I definitely get the appeal, I do, but I'm not a fan. And you can't make me watch it.
Well, you can if you're my mother and won't give up control of the remote. Damn her. Thank GOD there was wine within reach.
So... what the hell, SHOW? I have an idea! Let's steal a show from the British and drag it out for TWO HOURS and have a hobbit-sized host with delicately-highlighted hair and a spray-on tan take FOREVER to reveal the contestants. Apparently this is considered awesome television to a huge portion of the population.
I understand that the show allows anyone to be a critic, which I guess is fun for some people? In the immortal words of Kenneth the Page, "And more then jazz, or musical theater, or morbid obesity, television is the true American art form." So it makes sense, then. I suppose.
Anyway, there I was, making wildly prejudiced assumptions about the people who watch the stupid show, and my parents, two very highly educated people, were enjoying it without any sense of irony.
And I was told that if I wanted to make any more "asshole comments" about the show, I could go out onto the deck. So basically, STUPID AMERICAN IDOL RUINED MY EVENING.
It was really cold out there on the deck.