So, there is this show on the tee-vee called Glee? You might have heard of it?
Earlier this week I saw someone refer to Glee fans as "Gleeks" and my reaction was something along the lines of "OMFG I think I just died a little. Are people really calling themselves that?" This was followed immediately by a repressed memory of an ex of mine who used to do this bizarre projectile saliva shooting from under her tongue thing to gross me out and said it was called "gleeking". Urban Dictionary agrees with me so clearly it MUST be true, and now you will all think of that every time you see a mention of Glee. You're welcome.
What was I talking about? Right - Glee. I really, really...want to like the show. Granted, I've only half-seen a few episodes that my wife, the projectile-saliva "Gleek", got me to watch with her. But I was in theatre and choir (and *cough*cheerleading*cough*) in high school and these were my people! I should be able to watch this show and re-experience that and laugh at it (and the memories of myself) and generally enjoy the hell out of it. I want to! I remember doing choir versions of pop songs and crying with my friends over the power of the feelings it brought on for us (Green Day "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" I'm looking at you!) (I know.) (Don't judge.) I also have many, many memories of creating mix-tapes with elaborately arranged plot-lines weaving their way through the songs. You would weep with terror joy if you could hear the passion I put into singing along with Tiffany and All 4 One. Really!
I copied the soundtracks from my wife's computer to listen to and I felt like I was listening to a Kidz Bop album. I just don't get it! So many people with seemingly great taste LOVE this show. I want to be part of that club - I want to love the show, too! But...I don't.
Maybe I just need to sit down and watch it from the beginning to get more invested in the characters. I have proven time and time again that I have an ability to get crazily invested in particular characters and thus cling to a particular show for dear life. Maybe that will help.
It's either that or I'm going to break out my high school diaries to remember just how it felt to fall, like, totally in love with a boy because we sang Grease songs together and, like, totally bonded and stuff. TRU LUV 4-EVA.
