Today we're not going to talk about my admittedly limited technological prowess. No, today I would like to address a comment Alicia made yesterday about using my new laptop to read intellectual articles so my brain doesn't atrophy. I found that really funny, considering I've spent the past week watching the entire first season of "Glee."
Yeah. Not the choice of intellectual giants, I know. But dammit if it wasn't entertaining.
See, I saw the DVDs at the library when I was there last week and decided I'd better see what all the hype was about. I had only the vaguest idea of what the show was about, only knowing there was singing in it.
There is singing. Some very good singing, and some . . . not-so-good singing. Also dancing of the good and not-so-good variety. Also some incredibly cheesy storylines and an actor who plays a 16-year-old boy but is actually 28 years old.
Here's what redeemed the show for me and made me sit through all 22 episodes, or some such ridiculous number: A performance of "Ice Ice Baby." And a Salt-N-Pepa song. And Montell Jordan's "This Is How We Do It."
In short, the pop songs of my adolescence that I never hear anymore. It may not improve my mind significantly--in fact, I'm pretty sure it has the opposite effect--but it sure was entertaining. And these days, frankly, I'm more interested in entertainment than intellectual pursuits. So thank you, Glee, for hours of escapism and music that's so bad, it's good.