Okay, since Lori over at My American Melting Pot is blogging about it, I think that gives me permission to let loose. I LOVE American Idol. This is not a normal love either. I have watched every single episode of every single season. I have a certain set of fancy pajamas I wear on the "special" nights of the show. If I haven't seen a show, I impose a strict news-blackout on myself. (I'm not sure why American Idol garners a headline always at Yahoo news, and USA Today, but I make sure to avoid those things until I catch up. Thank you NPR for not getting involved in the coverage!) Last year, at the Wyoming artist colony, I made my fellow residents suffer through a few episodes. In fact, it was how I introduced myself: "Hi, my name is Heidi, on Tuesday and Wednesday nights I will be taking over the television to watch American Idol, please do not try to stop me." (I don't think they thought less of me as an artist. Well maybe they did, but . . .) Thankfully, I had an Idol partner there who introduced me to the Jane pizza which goes very well with American Idol watching. In May, I converted some of the academics at the American Antiquarian Society into fans, I think. I am certain they liked the pizza part of it.
Now I could go on and on about how cool American Idol is because it showcases the talents of great biracial singers. This year there is David Archuletta who I call "Baby Smurf" (btw: don't tell me what happened last night I still don't know); and there was Asia (oh, I was sad to see her go; I think it was because she wore her hair curly.) And is Jason Castro, yes or no? Of course, there is the winning Jordin Sparks, and don't forget Kim (oh geez what is her last name?). But my favorite (and I don't care if you laugh), is Justin Guarini from Season One. I love you Justin, if you're reading. I do say, as I am wont to do, "biracial" when I see a mocha baby on stage, and of course I root for him/her, but really I love the show because I LOVE the show. So no one tell me what happened this week, okay? I'm about to catch up now--in my fancy pajamas.
