I think I will.
After a day of being a de-facto “lice-check line” monitor today at my elementary school, due to my unfortunate office juxtaposition, I really needed something fun to do this evening. I came home, psychosomatically itching all over (please, please be psychosomatic) and am delighted when I realize it’s Wednesday. Because Wednesday means that my night shall revolve around my favorite show, Glee.
How do I love Glee? Let me count the ways.
1) So funny. Love the counselor and her OCD. I love her outfits, love the Costco-sized hand sanitizer on her desk, love her pamphlets (e.g. “My mom has bipolar and won’t stop yelling”, “So, you like throwing up?”), love her.
2) Random and partially-random outbursts of singing and dancing as a form of expression for the yoots. You know how I love movies where dance is the key to overcoming adversity.
3) Portrays disabilities in a positive light. And the disabled character doesn’t saunter in for a very special episode, but a main character is in a wheelchair and several episodes have featured students with Downs Syndrome and deafness. They are portrayed as normal kids who happen to have disabilities. Their disabilities are not the core feature of their presence in the show.
My only complaint for all the Hollywood producers who read my blog (cough cough) is that there are no black male students as main characters in the show, and last week’s episode had a group of black girls who stole things. Not a good stereotype to be perpetuating.
Other than that, I love me some Glee and will be settling into my couch this evening to enjoy. Do join me, metaphorically speaking,* and let me know what you think!
*I do not have room for my 1s of 10s of loyal readers on my couch. Plus, my greyhound and wolf dog like to take up most of the space. Husband does not share the love of Glee. Humph!