There's nothing like watching a pale-faced, kohl-eyed, streaky-blue-haired Gothic gal in a mismatched ensemble consisting of-- if I remember correctly-- a blue-and-white vertically striped fug blouse I would have rejected EVEN in the 80's, thrown over a magenta and purple horizontally striped tee, black mesh sleeves, and-- good lord-- are those blue-and-pink-striped leg warmers she's got on her arms?-- not to mention the pastel-hued, wrap-around rainbow mini and the heavy silver chain choker, oh, and OF COURSE the metallic silver, mid-calf, Watch Out Or I Just May Have To Kick Your Ass Doc Martin boots, sing "Phantom of the Opera" with full operatic abandon. Abandon, I say!
When she hit that high note, you know the one, "The PHAAAAAAAAANTOM of the opera is there..." the glasses in my cupboard shattered, I kid you not. Into pieces. Shards everywhere.
Now THAT'S entertainment.
That's right folks, American Idol: Season 4 has begun. In the immortal words of Paris Hilton: "That's HOT!"
