On Glee

I have an unhealthy obsession with Glee. It’s my dirty little secret. My addiction. I texted MGS at 4AM in the morning as I was wrapping up the final episode of Season 3 (the entirety of which I watched over just two days thanks to JL’s streaming Netflix — thank you JL!). I texted him again this morning to tell him how tired I was, to which he responded, “You have a Glee-over.”

It is a little embarrassing for a 32-year old to stay up watching a show about hormonal, irrational, arrogant teenaged performers who are lost and confused, but like, that’s totally me! As contrived as some of the content is, the show pushes a LOT of boundaries. I don’t recall any show from my childhood with as many POC, LGBT, list-your-acronym here as this show. Every kid in America will see something in one of the characters to relate to. True, they need to make ALL the characters a little more three-dimensional, but exposure is progress for better or worse.

My friends are a lot more supportive and a little less catty than the New Directions, but even to this day, we are all trying to figure out our lives out and summon enough courage to pursue our dreams. Well — me anyway. It’s funny that “going to New York” is a major goal for the kids. What happens when you were born that and couldn’t wait to get out even though the opportunities for what you want to do are there? As the clock ticks away, I realize there are major decisions to be made about my life and career.  My Saturn may be returning again (I still don’t know what that means … JL? Can it come back so soon? Did it just take a pee break?). I don’t know what is on the horizon, but once I figure it out, watch out folks because Wilbur is growing restless!

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In other news, it’s 1000 degrees in San Francisco — well, really only about 65 but anything above 64 warrants the removal of clothing and sunbathing. I will enjoy my last few hours of freedom before the work week begins tomorrow. Oy.

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My favorite cover from the season: