I just watched 4 hours of “Glee.” It’s not a good show. I’m a little bit gay for the brunette. And the knocked-up blonde, if I’m being honest. But it is not a good show. It’s one of those things people defend by just saying, “But I like it!”. As though that is a defense for anything.
My point is: I didn’t like it. It felt very two-dimensional. Yet, I sat. And while I sat there watching, I thought of potential toots about it. Then I thought about how Twitter is making me into a robot, and how my brain is broken.
And then I thought it might make for a haistly written, misguided Tumblr post about nothing. And so here you go.
(Toot: Glee. The show your mom watches with her gay boyfriend.)
