Ok, fine - YES I watch Glee.
Jeez - just leave me alone.
I love it. I can't help it.
I love Sue Sylvester's burns on Will Shuester.
And Rachel's dramatics.
And how all the guys look like they are pooping, crying or poop crying every time they sing.
It is amazing.
I love that it is based in Lima, Ohio - which is 15 minutes from my tiny hometown. That way when they talk about Allen County or make other regional references I can freak out and act like I'm a celebrity.
Excuse me, MORE of a celebrity.
But I hate myself.
I hate myself for enjoying quite possibly the least manly show this side of the Lifetime Network.
I hate that sometimes after a good episode I find myself singing one of the songs for days (I'm looking at you, "Total Eclipse of the Heart.")
I hate I say things like, "Oooooh, I hate that Jesse."
But I can look past all that. I can rationalize myself being into such an over-the-top show. It is based in my hometown! They are good songs! Rachel is a weird doppelganger for my Lady Friend!
What I can't get past is that I want to express these feelings with a synchronized dance number.
Or that I'm doing jazz hands right now.
Please help me.
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I felt the same way about my "Sweating to the Oldies" collection when I wasn't even overweight.
Maybe that's something different entirely.
So THIS is why you arent watching the Finals...
HA. kidding.
Love Love Glee. I am a Gleek. No shame in that.
Okay never realized it before but Rachel and the Lady really do lookalike. Side note, we can have Glee parties next season. I also download all the songs after each episode. Not. Joking.
I knew there was a reason I like you so much!
Gleeks 4ever!
Leave it to a Glee post to draw me out of my silent-subscriber nature. I love Glee. I will always love Glee. I blast that shit in my car like nobody's business--WITH the windows rolled down. Granted, I am a girl, so I somehow get a free pass. BUT, know that you are not alone in your male shame, because it continuously amazes me how many guys I know that watch it. And sing it. And tell me how they wanted to be a Puck but are really a Finn and never want to be a Jesse St. James. A few may have even done the jazz hands thing. None of us can resist the over-the-top dramatics and manically catchy tunes.
B doesn't know it yet, but he's going to start watching it tonight, since they're playing it from the beginning...
you're a gleek.
that's ok. i respect this way more than i respect a football game.
and you know its all about gaining the respect of people you dont know!
good for you!
*blink*
Jesus.
And right after the first line of this post all the manly men stopped reading and hung their head in shame.
It's ok, us Gleeks stick together. I won't even laugh when you belt out a Gaga song.
So I was reading an article on Yahoo! about silly state rules and this rule from Nevada made me think of you:
"It’s illegal for men with mustaches to kiss women."
Guess your lady friend is a law breaker Plus this girl too ;-)
Sorry, out on this one. Let me know if they start acting out and singing Hold Steady songs. I'll be first in line for a Tivo then.
this doesn't surprise me, AT ALL.
Man Card. Turn it in.
or dress up as Madonna and do your own interpretation of Vogue
Marry me.. lol
glee's the shit, and it scares the bejesus out of me too!
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