Random Thought: Idol Modesty
I've seen some moments on idol that made my head hurt. Also, my ears. There's a reality choke every few episodes, something that you just can't accept actually happened. Of course, I haven't believed since Season 2 that votes are actually counted by anyone, unless you include the careful accounting by the billing departments at AT&T and friends. But I am speaking beyond that, to bare basics of observation and reason.
This season was already ode to crap, and I was having some serious trouble with gagging on the judges irrational fawning, but Wednesday hit the brain break.
The judges were bruising themselves throwing flesh at the feet of Doolittle, and it was appalling. Not her singing, which was just boring. I think. I glazed over. I drifted so far, I was actually thinking this song was good when Constantine did it. Sorry if I frightened you. Anyway, it's certainly just me, but continuing to tonguebathe tonguebathe tonguebathe someone for their modesty, their humility, their down to earth folksy hominess, and on and on, is really effing ridiculous when you JUST HEARD THEM brag about flying their professional *stylist* with them out to Hollywood, complete with printed up cue dressing cards and co, and even worse, just after said oh-so-Bashful gleefully admits to calling their 'stylist and vocal coach' "The Gayles", and goes on to crow, 'as in I'm Oprah, and they're the Gayles!'
So revolting.
And she was one of the likeable ones! ARGH.
That, that was the final stake in the sad seeping vamp of this season for me.
And now, pardon me, I must go cleanse myself with Michael Bublé's 'Feeling Good'...
Update: I did not mean to imply that Bublé is modest, or not, only that the dual idol covers of 'Feeling Good' were only about 1/10000 as good as his. Give or take.
Update II: Much like the week before made me want to go hunt up some Wham! And the season before, with its Queen week, had me weeping in my milk over the loss of Freddie Mercury.
This season was already ode to crap, and I was having some serious trouble with gagging on the judges irrational fawning, but Wednesday hit the brain break.
The judges were bruising themselves throwing flesh at the feet of Doolittle, and it was appalling. Not her singing, which was just boring. I think. I glazed over. I drifted so far, I was actually thinking this song was good when Constantine did it. Sorry if I frightened you. Anyway, it's certainly just me, but continuing to tonguebathe tonguebathe tonguebathe someone for their modesty, their humility, their down to earth folksy hominess, and on and on, is really effing ridiculous when you JUST HEARD THEM brag about flying their professional *stylist* with them out to Hollywood, complete with printed up cue dressing cards and co, and even worse, just after said oh-so-Bashful gleefully admits to calling their 'stylist and vocal coach' "The Gayles", and goes on to crow, 'as in I'm Oprah, and they're the Gayles!'
So revolting.
And she was one of the likeable ones! ARGH.
That, that was the final stake in the sad seeping vamp of this season for me.
And now, pardon me, I must go cleanse myself with Michael Bublé's 'Feeling Good'...
Update: I did not mean to imply that Bublé is modest, or not, only that the dual idol covers of 'Feeling Good' were only about 1/10000 as good as his. Give or take.
Update II: Much like the week before made me want to go hunt up some Wham! And the season before, with its Queen week, had me weeping in my milk over the loss of Freddie Mercury.
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