Gleeful

I love Glee.  I really love it.  Maybe it’s silly, and quite possibly trite—but I just CAN’T seem to get enough of it.  And I know I’m not alone.  Maybe it’s because the show pushes the dreaded envelope in a way that makes sense—it demonstrates the real obstacles teens in high school face—teens who refuse to blend in with everyone else, or try desperately to, but just can’t seem to be able to do it.  Or maybe it’s because the show is simply fabulous entertainment.  It mixes just the right amount of the hits of today with those of the past, and, more importantly, it is nothing like High School Musical (i.e. the characters rarely break out into random song, thank GOD).  And I love the characters themselves.  I love that Rachel is a total diva, but still has some semblance of a heart.  I love that Finn is the quintessential jock, but is still such a nice guy.  And I LOVE that Emma is an obsessive compulsive neat freak of a guidance counselor, with an impressive collection of adorable cardigans.