Give a gay man "fierce" as an adjective and it's all over.
Thoughts on tonight's American Idol...
The right person went home.
Megan Joy is an utterly lovely woman all the way around, from chassis to solar personality.
But I never got why she was there, and never dug the vocal stylings at all.
She was so unfierce.
I'm just glad to see my boy Matt ended up on the right couch tonight.
Matt is fierce.
And he has fierce anxiety issues apparently. No wonder my nurturing monster comes out when I see him.
I felt so horrible for him, as he appeared ready to vomit while awaiting the verdict. He clearly is a sensitive one, as his suspense was the most difficult to watch.
And then that cruel April Fool's joke Ryan played on him by sending him to the wrong end of the stage at first.
I like Ryan, but at that moment I sort of hoped his next boyfriend anally resizes him. Sorry, Ryan.
But that was mean. Doing that to lost lil Matt.
Lady Gaga was also fierce.
She wanted to get some art cred apparently, with the "unusual" slow start of her arrangement of "Poker Face" tonight, and her 80s retro Blade Runner meets Liquid Sky look.
Her male dancers were fierce. There was one I'd like to borrow for a few hours.
Sorry. Whore tic.
David Cook looked great and sounded great in that order. The song was pretty good for a pretty boring guy. I'm sure it will be a megahit.
A boring megahit.
Kris Allen is the cutest (by conventional pretty standards I mean) and he keeps moving up that "safe" ladder every week with good performances.
Adam Lambert already has a cult following. He's like friggin' Twilight all by himself.
I think the next ones to go will be Scott and Anoop. Probably in that order too.
Allison Iraheta in the bottom three? I really think the show fixes the results for maximal drama. Calling in to vote probably doesn't change anything.
Not trying to sound like an idiot here, but they ran some really funny commercials tonight for Idol. Better than the Superbowl ones, anyway.
Okay, Make Me a Supermodel is d.v.r'ing.
I'll watch my bitch Perou later.
I wonder if there are a lot of people out there who share my desire to mentally and physically dominate and subjugate Perou.
His arrogance is so colossal it brings out a side in me I didn't even know existed.
He dresses like an A Clockwork Orange rapist and criticizes other people's fashion sense.
He's an atrabilious old queen.
Okay, I'll admit that's a little hot.
Maybe we should just put Perou and Bravo's resident vagina dentata Tabitha in a pit bull ring and improve cable television's sweetness quotient overnight with an internecine Death Match?
The judges are so far up the crack of the eighteen-year-old boy already on Supermodel it verges on collective pedophilia.
And Jenny Shimizu? She was wearing worse pancake makeup last week than Divine.
The only reason I can tell you're a lesbian, Jenny, is because you never smile.
I'm joking!!!
I know lesbians smile.
When they're like running over an ex or something.
(HAIRFLIP!!)
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