So, last night I intended to watch Gilmore Girls and then tuck myself into bed by 9pm. Unfortunately, GG was a re-run that I’d seen before. I flipped through the channels to see if anything else was on and got sucked into the auditions of for American Idol. I know they scan for the worst singers/freaks-of-nature now because that’s what America likes to see (people who make them feel better about themselves because they can point and laugh). I couldn’t help myself. I. Had. To. Watch.
My critique partner and I have a rule that we won’t let each other sing horrifically on national TV (or write, as the case may be) unless we know it’s good stuff we’re putting out. I think some of these people need a CP to hit them with the honesty stick before they try out. Sheesh.
