Yeesh. Certain people, who shall remain nameless but might have names that rhyme with Shmarker and Shmathan (just saying, and also, love you guys!), have been all up in my grill about Glee. It’s nothing but “Why don’t you blog about Glee?” this and “I hate your face ’til you blog about Glee!” that. So fine, here we go:
Seriously, was there ever any question? I think not. If anything, my only complaint is that we’re all forced to wait until this fall for more Glee. That’s ass and a half, y’all; fortunately, despite Fox clearly conducting an experiment in patience amongst the nation’s gays (and their fag hags), Glee is anything but ass and a half.
Maybe it’s hyperbole, but Glee‘s the most inspired television show in quite some time. The underdog-competitor-meets-Busby-Berkeley-musical vibe is infinitely charming blend of camp and heartfelt sincerity, and any show that can bring together both the eternally adorable Jayma Mays and eternally fierce Jessalyn Gilsig clearly knows a thing or two about casting. And let’s not forget that Glee gave us the single greatest rendition of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” ever made EVER: