I'll sing it loud and proud: I'm hooked on Glee. Fox, Wednesday nights at nine, it became an event in my week; friends, ice cream, catchy tunes, and a reason to look forward to the dreaded "hump day" of the week. When the show took a break for the World Series, I've never seen a group of people look that dejected at the sight of Steve Carrell's face (as the Office came on instead). Now that the hiatus has been lengthened as the time slot is handed back to American Idol, I know so many people who just don't know how they're going to wait until April 13th.
I like the show for the entertainment value, but also because it doesn't take itself too seriously. In the venerated tradition of high school dramas, every week there is a new crush, a new fight, a hidden relationship brought to light, or dear God! the discovery that X isn't the father of Y's baby. . . gasp . . . it's Z!! It's overly dramatic, completely unrealistic, and amazing amounts of fun. However. Yes, I know, there always has to be a "however". And in this case, the however is this: dramas like these give us unrealistic expectations . . . about everything.
