it's that time of the year again: idol/24 time. time to start guessing who is gonna make an impression on america and to see the absolute worst of human nature. there is little more entertaining than to watch someone consumed by their own false reality and denial that they have no idea how bad they are musically. imagine closing off the psych ward of a hospital and singing to a bunch of people with mental handicaps. of course, you're gonna be the best singer in that room. that doesn't mean that you are that good. i'd have to say that the biggest reason why i watch idol is to see that one moment when their disallusion is finally broken, where they just stare blankly and collect flies in their mouths right before they bawl their little eyes out. those have to be the sweetest tears ever. you ever notice all the coca-cola product placement on the show? part of the advertising deal is that the coca-cola company gets to squeegy up the tears that fall on the ground so that they can put in in the high-fructose corn syrup to make your favorite carbonated beverage. if you don't want to watch idol, you can get the same sensation on the maury show when some lady finds out that the supposed "baby's daddy" isn't the father.
the costumes are another reason. cheerleaders (male and female), michael jackson wannabes, even apollo creed. "dress to impress" takes a slight detour to "dress to confuse the piss outta someone". someone should just go on wearing nothing but a cummerbund around their nipples and a pair of edible panties. boy or girl, i don't care. if you're not gonna wow me vocally, at least make me laugh and question your mental state.
jack bauer should take some of these poor fucks out.
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