I never thought I would be able to quit Glee as long as Kurt and Blaine were on my screen, being cute and adorable and making me want to draw cartoon hearts around their faces every week.
As it turns out, quitting Glee is easier than I thought. After last night’s “Pot O’ Gold,” I am done with this show.
What was it about “Pot O’Gold” that made me want to throw in the towel? Was it the completely inappropriate Puck/Shelby kiss? The infiltration of reality show winners when this show already has too many characters in the first place? Yet another Katy Perry song?
No. It was the realization that I just don’t care anymore.
The first season of Glee was enjoyable all the way through. Some plots were ridiculous, but the characters were cute and engaging, the musical numbers inspiring, and the comedy was ridiculous and the satire often on point.
The second season of Glee was a hot mess, redefining the words “sophomore slump,” but I stayed with it because Kurt’s storyline resonated with me, his relationship with Blaine touched me on a personal level during a difficult time in my life, and I was intrigued by Santana’s struggle of self-discovery.
Now, the show is technically better than it was last season, but I can’t bring myself to care about almost any of it.
The school election? Meh. Puck and Quinn and Shelby and Beth? *Shrug.* The congressional election? Yawn. The inside jokes about this year becoming the “Blaine and Rachel show” and how unfair that is, while the audience knows that it really will become the Blaine and Rachel show and Santana’s criticism is just paying lip service to fairness? Whatever. More defections from the original glee club? So what?
There was a time when all of that might have angered me. I could have written pages and pages about the show being completely wrongheaded and inaccurate about special education in public schools. I could have written pages and pages about how Rory is portrayed as charming and sweet even though he plans to use Brittany’s delusions to get her into the sack, and how we’re supposed to root for him even though that behavior is wrong and creepy. I could have written pages and pages about how I am so over Brittany, and Santana being in love with her only makes me think less of Santana. (Seriously, Brittany thinks Rory is a leprechaun? Santana still wants her? Come on, girl. Brittany’s leprechaun doesn’t even tell her to burn things.)
But I’m not angry. I’m just bored and contemptuous. And that’s why I’m done. Righteous anger and criticism can keep me going, but the anger has been replaced with apathy.
I’m still a sucker for Kurt/Blaine and I like the Hudson/Hummel family dynamics. I haven’t given up on the Kurt/Blaine scenes. I just don’t feel the need to watch an entire episode of Glee anymore. I can wait a week for Hulu to release the episode and just merrily skip through the boring stuff until I hit upon a Kurt/Blaine scene. Next week’s promotion seems to indicate that Kurt and Blaine might be having sex, and I still plan to wait the week until Hulu releases the episode. That’s how much I am completely over the rest of this dumb show.



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