Living with my girlfriend has exposed me to new things, like cleaning supplies not called Windex. Thankfully, she’s not one of those people in a relationship that thinks the only way you can grow closer is to force their TV shows on you. It’s good for her too, because I would make her watch the Ken Burns Civil War series about 14 times through until she set the DVD player on fire.
Sometimes, however, I catch something in the background. I happened to catch a few minutes of Glee. I immediately noticed the school was more diverse than a McDonald’s commercial filmed in the U.N. Isn’t this supposed to be in rural Ohio? Apparently the writers didn’t do their homework.
The plot was strange. The ugly girls were having a dance where they got to pick their dates. “Doesn’t that mean they’re calling themselves ugly?” “Isn’t that superficial of them to pick guys based on looks?” “Is that a dude singing dressed like a chick? Is he/she one of the ugly chicks? I should hope so.” I’m pretty sure she won’t be watching Glee with me in the room again. Glad I have good taste in TV. Is that Road House 2? There goes my afternoon!