- and your sanity and wits, they will all vanish, i promise -

...oh, Glee.

You can be so cute and sprightly and funny and fun. Refreshingly, your body count is a lot lower than the rest of my current viewing cadre (Bones, Dexter, even Chuck... and let's not get into the whole "HOLY LEVIATHAN, THE WORLD, IT HAS BLOWN~!" first episode of Battlestar.)

Your kids can sing, and dance, and make rousing and bratty speeches that sound like things I've said/wish I could say, and I like some of what you have to say, even if it's all muddled up sometimes. Whoever writes for Burt Hummel is love. Pure and simple. And this whole Artie/Brittany thing had better get a second chance.

And okay, so I raised my eyebrows at your pretty-close-to-copying Yael Naim's version of "Toxic" for the Britney episode, and didn't tear up over Kurt's Beatles cover (maybe because I felt it was better applied by Prudence in Across the Universe), and given, your kids are out of costume (well, mostly, and in more ways than one) and they ARE off the set, and maybe this is the universe balancing out for much upcoming shirtlessness in the Rocky Horror episode...

...but I'have to admit I head-desked at GQ's American Apparel-izing of two of your leading actresses.

Just, UGH. The shots are unoriginal, tacky, shot by someone whose career decisions are sketchy at best, and show little of the characters (if that's who they are meant to be portraying, I'm disappointed that nothing is made of the fact that Quinn and Rachel are enemies, though mind you, a catfight in lingerie raises an entirely different can of worms for the throwing.)

On the upside, props to the actors who play Mike, Mercedes, Brittany, and Tina for wearing purple today in support of Spirit Day, and to everyone else out there that showed support today.