Let this be a lesson: when something’s really stirring and you have the whole first paragraph mentally written, climb your lazy butt back out of bed and complete the post. Tomorrow, “when you have plenty of time”, the mood may not strike you. That being said, I’ll try to get back in the groove of 24 hours ago and share my Gleeky thoughts.

I believe good art poses a shadow of reality, something just on the edge of your experience, but perhaps inflated a bit so that you don’t miss the meaning. It provokes you and often times puts your thoughts and feelings to sound or print, into story or in motion. The visible (or audible) sign of an invisible reality.

Now, they’ll probably take away my Art Appreciation Badge for saying this, but I’m finding the writing and production of Glee to fall in that category. I know it’s supposed to be a teeny-bopper show and I understand that the constant breaking into song isn’t a reality (unless you live with KLR or Dr. Z), but the folks they have putting together the storylines are genius. Genius. A recap of artistic ingenuity from last night, by character:

1. Karofsky. Threatening to kill the public homosexual, Kurt, after kissing him in the locker room. Clearly the guy is battling something on the inside, and the anger just boils over. I thought about the kids in my husbands class (who are awful to one another). Do they get it? That those who pick are the ones with the deep issues? When we’re secure in our identity (or at least confident in our questions), we have no need to belittle the actions of another. (Don Miller had some fabulous, church-related thoughts on this). Thinking about my own life, there are 2 specific people with whom, at times, I have trouble maintaining eye contact (usually out of annoyance or frustration). Why? Because they’re exactly. like. me. Sometimes a mirror is the scariest place to look.

2. Kurt’s dad (Burt). One of my favorite (ok, I’ll admit: tear-jerking) scenes was in the episode that Burt was in a coma and Kurt relived his favorite memories, one of them being the 2 of them enjoying a tea party when Kurt was a small (girly) boy. I thought, that man really must love his son to play such activities and not belittle the child. Throughout the series (well, season 2 – I have yet to borrow KLL’s season 1 set), Burt has been the ideal support system for a high school kid living a non-traditional lifestyle. The epitome of “love him as he is”, Burt seems to have set aside any of his own fears and inadaquacies about himself in order to love his son the best he can. Any parent should probably ask him/herself similar questions. And it’s not just the Gay Question. Like I said, art will enhance or magnify for the sake of the viewer “getting it.” What if H has weird ceramic cat-collecting hobbies or will only wear the color turquoise? Will I be okay with his decisions (or the way he was created; separate post), or will I try to change him into my ideal? Can I set aside the parenting-as-an-image-of-me practice to simply love my kid and help him be the best Him or Her that God created?

3. Sue. This woman is me at my best and my worst. We are 2 peas in a rule-driven pod. A crusade against the tots? I’ve already signed the petition. Fearing a Sex Riot during the Brittany episode? Prophetic. And she had me at hello when she told a girl that she couldn’t be head cheerleader because of breast implants, citing self-esteem reasons. Brilliant. You have to cheer for the woman when she kicked out Karofsky on hear-say in an effort to be zero-tolerance on bullying. She really does care for the kids; her evilness comes from depending on rules to be the only way to govern and make change. Control will never do it; love will. This, my friends, is why I’m not still a youth director. I’m a Sue.

I realize I might be alone in my crusade to get someone an Academy Award (or Emmy, whatever the television folks vie for), but I’m being honest. Glee is more than a song-and-dance; it’s illustrating a hyper-inflated version of what is actually happening in this neck of the woods. 

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