And the award goes to...
Alison "Hi, my name is Alison Bradley and I watch American Idol."
Chorus: "Hello Alison"
I woke up early this morning to tune into the show live. An hour ago a colleague was reading the news online and called out, "Guess who won American Idol?" I found myself climbing on the desk with excitement and dread. Did I want to find out or should I wait for the grand finale this evening? They've got me hooked.
Yes, it's embarassing but true. I tuned in about five weeks ago and have since not been able to tear myself away. I find the episodes engaging yet tacky, the contestants appalling yet catchy and the competition itself ridiculous. But I'm one of the millions of people who tune in every week for a little dose of who the next American Idol might be.
This addiction (yes, I've said it) entirely contradicts my own perception of who I am. Every week I'm mortified when asking my roommates to change the channel at idol time, or when I find myself discussing the possible outcomes. When did I become this...lame?
I know there are no fingers to point, no blame to cast so here I am admitting that the show sucked me in and I'm waiting for the results. And hopefully when the competition is over, I can spend some time re-connecting with the non-American-idol-addict-Alison.
posted by HH at 1:08 PM
1 Comments:
oh you're not lame alison. at least not for the reason you talked about here. i think the first step to your recovery is to accept the fact that everyone in the world wishes they could have a legitimate oppotunity at donning the title of 'american idol,' whether it's through a mega-produced overrated talent competition or a mega-produced overrated political system. but it's much easier and more entertaining to watch the countless halfwit politicians and tone deaf contestants battle it out than to actually do it yourself.
oh and you and i both know that bo shoulda won. geez, americans are fucking morons.
-colleague
7:32 PM
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