About last Glee

Oh, you’re back. Yeah. This is going to be awkward. Um, “Glee,” we need to talk. There comes a point where you have to just stop and say it out loud. Admit it to yourself, your friends, the universe. This just isn’t working. This has to end. Hey, “Glee,” I’m just not that into you anymore. It’s not me, it’s definitely you. While I still may love some aspects of you, you clearly do not love me or any other member of the collective Lesbian Blogging Community back. Which is a shame, because there has always been something rather endearing about you and your plucky insistence on having adults pretending to be teenagers sing and dance and learn three or four of the same life lessons over and over and over again.

I’m not saying we can’t still be friends. I’m loyal to a fault. So I will keep tabs on you and more than likely continue to check in, possibly even weekly. Since I’m not a Nielsen family there’s no real harm in keeping you on like white noise. But I won’t obsess about you. I won’t stress about you. And most of all, I won’t write about you. I’m just going to let you exist and pull crazy stunts like bursting through the fourth wall like a vindictive Mr. Kool-Aid and say insulting, misguided things in an attempt to shame an entire fanbase. Oh, yeahhhh…don’t think the Lesbian Blogging Community will ever forget that. You don’t just get kicked in the head by someone you thought you had a deep and meaningful relationship with and let go of that without good reason. So until you, dear “Glee,” give me a good reason to care again, I just won’t.

As irresponsible and enraging it is that a so-called champion of all things LGBT thinks its lesbian fans are a bunch of unstable goons who just want to murder the faces off of boys who dare look at the girls they like, I’m simply not going to let you make my blood pressure spike anymore. Nor will I grind my teeth at your total missing of the point that the lack of equal affection representation in your lesbian – and gay, too, because we care about the whole rainbow believe it or not – relationships compared to the straight ones. It’s no longer fruitful for me to get worked up at all of your flaws. I can’t fix you, as much as I’d like to. Only you can fix you. And if you do, we’ll talk again. Only time will tell.