Once upon a time I would have told you that Glee was the best show on television. Even the years-old memory of some episodes is enough to move me to awe. That speech that Kurt's dad gives to Finn when their families are moving in together—yes, it's got that after school special sheen, but the acting and the words are heartfelt, and they're words that need to be said. And you know, because it's Glee, they follow that with a rousing rendition of some pop song I've already forgotten. Which is exactly what I want in, well, everything, really.
But the magic faded. I stopped watching after that godawful Christmas episode that managed to be ridiculously boring AND offensive AND it made no sense. I remember looking over at my roommates trying to verify that yes, really, this was happening. And even though the next few episodes raised the bar again, I'd lost my taste for the show.
I know people who still watch Glee, and sometimes they link to articles and fan reactions, and one of them pointed me here:
(There's also a post about Blaine and passing, which we all know is my favorite subject ever.)
It makes me want to watch Glee again. It actually makes me want to go back to the beginning and watch ALL THE GLEE so I can be part of the conversation. Because apparently if you want me to watch something, the best thing you can do is subject it to detailed analysis, especially from the standpoint of gender, race, and sexuality.
Which is funny to me, because one of the more common complaints about this kind of writing is that it takes all the fun out of the show. It's just entertainment is the rallying cry. Stop taking it so seriously. It's as if someone took away their cookies and replaced them with brussels sprouts and I do sort of agree. Academic analysis of popular culture is sort of like brussels sprouts. And I love brussels sprouts. I love taking things seriously. I like my games and books and tv shows better when I can look at them like this.
And now I need to see how many back seasons of Glee are on Hulu.