Every Idol season I vow to watch it from the beginning, get caught up in the mayhem and be able to participate in conversations for the duration of the series. Because try to find a conversation that doesn’t somehow end up back to Idol, “Have you heard we are in a war?” “Yeah, I think so, but can you BELIEVE Constantine got kicked off last night? The nerve of the voters!” “The nerve of his mother for naming him Constantine.”
So for months I’m out of the universal loop because I can’t quite get into the Idol. I always start strong, I watch the auditions and laugh at the people who thought bringing an inflatable sheep really might help their chances at becoming a superstar. Then the show explodes into like three nights a week and they lose me. That’s just way too much of a commitment for me. I’m sorry, I’ve got other things to do with my life. (Like watch Gilmore Girls and LOST)
The great thing about Idol is that you don’t really have to watch it to know what is going on. I didn’t watch one episode past the top 30 or so, and I could still tell you who got kicked off every week. And I didn’t even search the information out, it just appears EVERYWHERE. It’s a subliminal message sent to all of America through our tv’s and radios and Coca Cola cans.
So now that they are down the final two I guess I’ll check it out next week. Well, I’ll tape it and fast forward to the crying and confetti, cause that’s my favorite part anyway. I had been rooting for the kid with the tracheotomy, cause I thought that would make for more crying. The kid had a tracheotomy when he was little and couldn’t talk or something but now he can sing like an angel. Or an Idol, I guess. And he wore glasses. I loved this kid. I’m such a sucker for a good story. And glasses.
But my dorky guy with the hole in his throat got kicked off so now I’m rooting for Bo. Cause if the kid with the best story can’t have the confetti moment then I think it’s only right that it go to the kid with the best rap sheet.