Yep, Christmas. Bear with me – all will become clear.
The other night I was channel-hopping and stumbled on an episode of Glee. I quickly realised not only was it Glee, it was Christmas Glee. Which could only mean one thing – even more cheese than in an average episode. It was also quite confusing, because, well, it’s August. I’m always saying I need to be more organised with my Christmas shopping but that might be taking it a bit too far. And yet here I was, singing along to ‘Do they know it’s Christmas?’ and feeling a decidedly warm glow – and no, there was no alcohol involved.
So, I shared my confusion on Facebook, as one does.
This prompted more debate than I expected, with responses ranging from the emphatic ‘Nnnnnooooo!’ and ‘Bah humbug’ to ‘Of course, Christmassy is an ok feeling any time’. (‘Bah humbug’, by the way, came from my friend who hates Christmas and recently moved to a Muslim country to get away from it, so her response would have been the same even if I’d written this on Christmas Eve.)
Then the conversation took an unexpected turn when someone suggested that while feeling Christmassy in August was acceptable, watching Glee was not. This left me feeling a need to defend both myself and Glee, so here goes…
Let me just say up front that I am aware Glee is not a ‘good’ show. It’s a bunch of 30 somethings dancing around pretending to be teenagers, over-acting to within an inch of their lives, and let’s not forget the aforementioned cheese. It’s not clever; it’s not even cool. It’s an over-simplistic world where no matter what you’re going through – teenage pregnancy, secret homosexuality, overbearing parents – you can resolve it by singing a song. And then there’s Mr Schuester rapping, which is something nobody should ever have to witness. Ever.
But it makes me smile, and I don’t see how that can be a bad thing. At the end of the day, it’s fluff, and a bit of fluff never hurt anyone. It also makes me realise that, while my school years were far from the greatest time of my life, at least I never got a Slushie thrown in my face, and I never had to deal with a psychotic cheerleading coach. Silver lining and all that.
Most importantly, it’s sometimes exactly what I need after a long day at work. I don’t have to think, I can just sit back and enjoy the sing-song. I don’t have a lot of vices when it comes to TV – I haven’t watched Big Brother for about ten years (is it even still on?), I’ve given up on X Factor and I’ve never even watched an episode of TOWIE. I confess to enjoying Strictly Come Dancing (seriously, have a look at Artem Chigvintsev and tell me I’m wrong) but that’s about it.
So, to sum up: Glee is a terrible show, but I love it. So there 😉
Merry Christmas, everyone!
PS – RIP Cory Monteith 😦