I love Glee.
Yeah, you read that right. I freakin' love Glee!
I'm still a manly man, I love sports, action movies, and naked women. I leave my socks on the floor, the toilet seat up, and my dirty dishes on the counter. But yes, I still love Glee.
It kind of happened by accident, and of course, for the noblest of reasons.
My son, who hopes to one day become a famous actor (but what he really wants to do is direct - no joke), was starring in a play last summer. Of course, that play was Glee. So, TC and I took the afternoon off and went to watch his performance.
At one point early in the play, TC exclaimed, "Oh my God, he's Finn!", to which I replied, "Is that good?". Finn, as I would find out, is the main character on the show.
The production was pieced together with scenes from several different episodes of the show. Over and over TC kept saying, "Oh I've seen that episode".
As an aside, it was a proud moment for a Father seeing his son up on stage entertaining millions, errrr, I mean hundreds.....ish of theater goers.
But naturally I was curious. I wanted to see who this Finn was, and I wanted to see some of the scenes that my son was portraying on stage.
So, TC and I rented season 1 of Glee. I was somewhat enjoying the first episode, but when they performed Don't Stop Believing at the end of the episode, I was hooked! One measly episode in, and I officially became a "Gleek".
TC and I plowed through the entire first season in less than a week. And we've continued to watch the second season.
For any men out there that may be scoffing at this Screaming Confession, I have two words for you, Santana and Brittany. Oh, and Sue Sylvester is a frickin' riot!!
