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Desperate Working Mommas
Your one-stop site for fanatical television snarking, questionable political analysis, occasional attempts to address the parenting issues facing working mothers, and halfhearted promises to stop obsessing about the entertainment industry, already! Oh, not to mention the random bitching and moaning. There's always that.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
One more American Idol update, then I'm DONE! Um, until next week! Probably!

Aloha? Really?! Come on America, did Janay rack up some sympathy votes or WHAT?! Because Aloha? REALLY?!

You know, truthfully, the person I felt most sorry for last night on AI was my wee Ryan. I'm seriously worried. He didn't even say "Seacrest out." That's not representin'! That's not keepin' it real! How am I supposed to know the show is over? Huh? Has the world come to an end? Has the imminent cosmic cataclysm in which God destroys the ruling powers of evil and raises the righteous to life come to pass? Because Ryan? He just sort of turned his back on the cameras (I kid you not!), TURNED HIS BACK and joined the group hug going on behind him.

I had to pause, rewind, and look again, because I thought I had seen a look... And yes, wee Ryan was not his usual, maniacally cheerful self. Not even his sometimes somber, disaffected self. No, last night he actually looked incredibly angry or incredibly sad, I am not quite sure which. Both, perhaps? Maybe four years of doing the nasty work for Simon, Paula, Randy, and FOX by essentially ripping the hearts out of the eliminated contestants' chests and stomping said hearts to itty, bitty, bloody pieces for our viewing pleasure has finally gotten to him. Because I don't think he is THAT good an actor. Wait. He's not an actor at all, is he? Duh, me.

And hopefully they will permanently eliminate the "sing-outs," because good lord, those are cruel and unusual and about break my heart. Not because I'm a rude, weirdo fangirl who is overly invested in the contestants (Suck it, TWoP!), but because I am no stranger to disappointment and heartache myself. To see a person's almost-realized dream annihilated on national television, then asking said person to sing through tears, anger, and humiliation, well, it is simply asking WAY too much.

Am I alone here? Am I?

Honestly. I'd totally phone it in like Sarah Mather did. Absofreakinglutely, I would.

Oh, my wee, wee Ryan... Buck up, little camper! I know, go treat your metrosexual self to a facial, manicure, pedicure, brow wax, oooooh, and throw in a deep tissue massage for good measure; I hear they are all the rage in Hollywood. Better yet, make FOX treat you. Because you'll be doing quite a bit more heart-stomping before all is said and done.

I know there is a sad, strange little commentary on our society here somewhere, but I don't think I need to spell it out, do I?

Lambson out.

link | posted by Cat at 10:42 AM


10 Comments:
Blogger Random and Odd commented:

Maybe he's working a new one.

Seacrest...LATE.

Who knows.

» 3/03/2005 11:15 AM 
Blogger Random and Odd commented:

Maybe he's working a new one.

Seacrest...LATE.

Who knows.

» 3/03/2005 11:32 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

But he's so cute...

» 3/03/2005 12:46 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Heh.

» 3/03/2005 12:46 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

"Seacrest... bored now"?

» 3/03/2005 12:47 PM 
Blogger liraelwiddershins commented:

Cat, here's that comment trick, if you wanna know how to do it... http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=943&topic=41

» 3/03/2005 12:53 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Oooooh, thanks Kimberly! I'm all over it!

» 3/03/2005 1:21 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

mamaramma, you didn't Rock the Vote? For shame!

» 3/03/2005 1:22 PM 
Blogger Unknown commented:

Cat: I come by way of Dooce and I am also an Idol Freak, much to the dismay of dear hubby. He's used to having the clicker glued to his palm. Not on M, Tu, Wed.

I think seacrest was just out of it or distracted. Didn't the teleprompters poop out on him earlier??

» 3/03/2005 5:19 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

I don't even know what to watch on the tube tonight. What to do, what to do?

» 3/03/2005 5:24 PM 

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