Greetings Gleeks! You know one of the benefits of writing a late Gleecap, as I’m often inclined to do, is having the hindsight of having already read a few message boards on the subject. And boy, did this episode make a whole lot of people angry, for a variety of reasons . . .
Some of you were put off by how the writers handled Finn’s outing of Santana.
Others were frustrated by the sheer lack of Brittana, throughout the hour, thereby making the title of this episode, somewhat of a misnomer . . . if you catch my drift.
Still others of you were annoyed at how the episode brushed off Santana’s actual coming out to her parents.
And, finally, a whole boatload of you were TOTALLY GROSSED out by the Puck / Quinn / Shelby storyline.
But, hey, at least it’s not half as bad as Puck’s storylines with that Lauren Zizes chick. Right? RIGHT??
Who knew a show about singing and dancing high schoolers could be so divisive? Let’s Gleecap, shall we?
The Slap Heard Round the
Last week’s Gleeky installment ended with Santana (or, according to her, her alter ego, “Snicks”) clocking Finn (a.k.a. Fetus Face, a.k.a. Hamburglar) in the face for inadvertently outing her to all of Lima, Ohio.
I know I posted it before, but it bears repeating . . .
This week, Santana’s facing down suspension, not to mention a big fat “NO” to competing in Sectionals. Finn shocks his erstwhile nemesis by claiming the entire slapping debacle to be nothing more than a little impromptu acting.
Apparently, Finn is a much better actor than he is a dancer . . .
“It was fake. HAHA! Just kidding! LOL and such!” He says, though his face currently bears a big red handprint on it, with the words “Santana was here, B*TCHES,” written in a mixture blood and lipstick across his cheek.” (Not really . . . but there should have been.)
No one’s more shocked by this than Santana, herself. So, she confronts Finn outside the principal’s office to
slap him again, only this time in the ass find out what sort of evil plan he has up his sleeve. Now, here’s where things got a bit messy in the Glee fandom . . .
Finn says a whole lot of pretty schmoopy stuff to Santana, about why he’s so intent on helping her more fully ”de-closet herself.” He says SO MUCH schmoopy stuff in fact, that part of me kept waiting for the DRAMATIC BUT SAD violin to provide backup music for his speech.
Unfortunately, Violin is still in the closet, but only because no one has outed her yet. Finn?
He tells her she’s awesome . . . and that by hiding her Gay, she’s hiding some of her awesomeness, right along with it. It also makes her act like a bit of a tool. Finn also claims that he cares about Santana deeply, since her’s was the first bun to accept his hot dog . . .
Finally, he claims he doesn’t want her to kill herself, like the kid he recently read about in the news. But through all these sweet
, if slightly patronizing, words, Finn fails to say the one thing Santana fans really want to hear: I’M SORRY I OUTED YOU, BEFORE YOU WERE READY TO COME OUT ON YOUR OWN.
Because, the fact remains that the REAL reason Santana has to come out of the closet now is because Finn THREW her out of it, albeit inadvertently so. Therefore, whether Finn believes that Santana SHOULD come out of the closet, is really beside the point. By not apologizing to Santana for what he did, it could be argued that Finn feels justified in outing her, simply because the ends satisfy the means. If this wasn’t the writers’ intention, they probably should have shown a bit less Preachy McPreacherson, and a bit more remorse, from our male lead . . .
Going Girly . . .
The next step in Finn’s Let’s Blow Up Santana’s Closet plan is to have both the New Directions kids and the Troubletones sing what he terms “Lady Music,” i.e. songs by girls, about girls. Finn hopes that this will show Santana just how much support she has from her Glee social circle.
First up to sing are Kurt and Blaine, who launch into a slightly subdued version of Pink’s “Perfect.” It was a sweet rendition. Though, I must admit, I found myself a bit distracted during it by Kurt’s bizarre HALF sweater.
Specifically, I couldn’t help but wonder whether Blaine might have ripped the other half off of him, during . . . ahem . . . rehearsal.
Then, of course, there was Santana’s reaction . . .
Awww, Santana! Kurt SACRIFICED A HIDEOUSLY UGLY SWEATER for YOU! Show some respect!
You can check out the entire performance of “Perfect” here:
Meanwhile . . .
Puck Gets Lucky . . .
Puck’s Lady Song is “I’m the Only One,” by Melissa Etheridge. Like many of Puck’s solos, this song is well-suited for the character’s gravelly sex voice, preference for guitar accompaniment, sheer love of repeated pelvis grinding, and overwhelming desire to dedicate whatever song he sings to his current love interest / conquest. Everytime I watch Puck do one of these songs, I worry that he might impregnate me through the television screen . . .
As many of you know, I’m a HUGE Puck fan. So, of course, I enjoyed this performance. I did have two complaints, however. (1) Puck’s shameless eyef*cking of Shelby came across as a bit creepy to me . . . I’m not quite sure why.
(2) At some point, during the past two weeks, Puck’s Mohawk seems to have morphed into a furry woodland creature, named Spanks.
Keeping a furry woodland creature on your head, during the act of eyesex constitutes animal cruelty, in my book . . .
Animal cruelty aside, Shelby calls Puck during school, when Baby Beth falls and cuts her lip open. Puck successfully takes charge of the situation. And, as a reward, wins SEX. HOORAY!
How convenient of Shelby to wait until Puck had already “helped her” in more ways than one, to decide, “this is immoral . . . We can’t do this.” On second thought, maybe what Shelby did was kind. After all, at least Puck won’t have to worry about these . . .
. . . unlike, say, somebody else we know at McKinley High who has to wear them ALL THE TIME . . .
Prior to this, Quinn had, more or less, offered Puck “sure thing sex.” But Puck, shockingly enough, turned her down because . . . well, because she’s been a wackadoo, baby stealing, ASSHAT, for pretty much, this entire season . . . THAT’S WHY. Actually, I believe his words were, “I’d rather raw dog a beehive.” Now, THAT’S something I’d like to see . . .
All that aside, since he’s a
29 year old teenager with Super Sex Stamina, who still has a few rounds left in him, after his one-time romp with Rachel’s bio mom (ICK!), after being rejected by Shelby, Quackers Quinn starts to look pretty darn tasty . . .
“Try no to be too alarmed, if I yell out the name “Shelby” during our Big Moment . . . um . . . it’s my dog’s name. Yeah, that’s it!”
Hate Sex is hot, isn’t it? Unless, of course, you lack a condom, and your sperm have already shown themselves to be expert swimmers . . .
“Not to worry,” says Quinn (more or less), “teen pregnancy is awesome. And I would know . . .”
Apparently, Quinn has given up the notion of stealing Beth from Shelby, because . . . wait for it . . . she’s decided to make another Baby.
Seriously? Someone get this girl a strait-jacket, PLEASE!
Fortunately, for Quinn (and us), Puck doesn’t want to play these baby-making games. He tells her how lost she’s become, since her first baby. And yet he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she will safely escape the HELL that is Lima, and go on to do something great with her life
like marry a billionaire and/or make a famous sex tape that earns her a reality TV show, and millions of dollars in endorsements. Clearly, this is precisely what Quinn needed to hear. And, for about two seconds, all seems good with the world.
So, why then, did Puck feel the need to poop on all that progress, by confessing his affair with Shelby to Quinn.
Personally, I think Spanks made him do it. DAMN YOU, SPANKS!
Elsewhere, in SueTown . . .
Everybody Loves Cooter . . .
“Why would someone assume I’m a friend of Ellen just because I’m mannish and highly aggressive and have short hair and I only wear track suits and I coach a girl’s sport and I married myself? It just doesn’t make sense.” Sue writes in her faithful diary, during one of the funniest bits of dialogue, in the entire episode . . .
Did you know Sue has a Black Booty Call book, that’s annotated with helpful reminders of certain celebrities’ prowess between the sheets? Personally, I’m hoping Fox decides to sell this one on Ebay. Surely, many of us fellow star-screwers can benefit from knowing that Dan Quayle is “too needy,” Matt Lauer is “a crier,” and Oliver North is “a biter.”
Of course, for the present, Sue only has one man in mind to help her combat gay rumors, and win the congressional election. And that man’s name start’s with a “C” and is a derogatory name for a woman’s body part. (NO! Not THAT name . . . the other one . . . Callalily. (Just kidding. It’s Cooter.)
“But wait!” You say. “Unacceptable! He belongs to the Beiste!”
Well, that’s what she thought too . . . until she was picking up her usual chickeny dinner (I thought Breadsticks delivered?) . . . and ran into the Old Coot on a date with a certain Congressional Candidate. Poor Beiste is devastated. And, what’s worse, Cooter admits that he’s dating Sue, because Beiste isn’t . . . um . . . curing his Man Pain. Yep, apparently someone on this show still hasn’t cashed in that shiny V card. Unfortunately, for Beiste, night time weightlifting sessions (NOT a euphemism for sex), do not equal a “romantic relationship,” as far as Cooter is concerned.
It looks like SOMEONE has just been punted into the dreaded Friend Zone. I smell a solo song number. Don’t you?
I hereby present to you “Jolene.”
Ultimately, Sue ends up losing the Congressional Election to Burt Hummel. But will she lose her Cooter to the Turducken loving Beiste, who has decided to battle for his love, one chicken breast at a time? Only the writers know for sure . . .
I’m Coming Out (I Want the World to Know)
Finn’s tribute to Santana is a slow, sultry, and oddly poignant version of Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” It came as a pleasant surprise for me, because I’m not usually a huge fan of Finn’s voice. I also always tend to prefer Glee songs that offer a unique take on an already popular song, as opposed to merely covering it, karaoke style. So, this really worked for me. Santana must have felt the same way, since her the iceberg around her heart melted enough by the end of the performance, to offer Finn both a hug and heartfelt thanks.
All together now . . . “Awwwww.”
You can catch the performance, in it’s entirety, here:
Outside by the lockers, some douchebag leers at Santana, and decides to make her his “personal challenge.” This prompts the rest of the Glee girls, to systematically rip him a new one, in a show of sisterly solidarity. Then, back to the Glee room they go, to perform YET ANOTHER Katy Perry song. This time it’s the titular “I Kissed the Girl.” And while none of the girls actually kiss during it, there is a whole lot of ass grabbing . . . You know, if you’re into that sort of thing . . .
Check it out . . .
We never get to see Santana actually come out to her parents, though we are told that they are “fine with it.” Wait . . . what? I thought that seeing Santana come out to her parents
and make out with Brittany was supposed to be the WHOLE POINT OF THIS EPISODE?
Santana did come out to her grandma, though . . . That didn’t go so well . . . “I want you to know me . . . who I really am,” Santana says to this woman, who she’s loved dearly and admired her entire life.
So, of course that evil wench has to go, and squash her heart like a bug . . .
How dare Santana make her asshat grandma uncomfortable, by telling her what’s in her heart? She should have kept it a secret, and maintained the lie of their relationship . . . that would be MUCH better. It’s interesting (and sad) how Grandma seems more willing to accept that her daughter might be pregnant, while still in high school, than gay. Eventually, Grandma kicks a tearful Santana out of her house, and tells her never to return.
Then, as soon as Santana leaves, the Glee fandom knocks down the old lady’s door, and proceeds to beat the crap out of her homophobic ass. Good times!
Santana returns to school the next day, subdued, but determined to keep on fighting for her own happiness. She sings k.d. lang’s “Constant Craving,” while Puck and Shelby stare moodily at one another, and Crazy Quinn plots the teacher’s untimely death. Other than that awkwardness, the performance serves as a poignant finale to the journey Santana underwent, during the episode . . .
In other news . . .
When Stuffing a Ballot Box, Don’t Forget to Count the Ballots . . .
Sue wasn’t the only person to lose an election this week, Kurt lost one too . . . but for lack of
cheating trying. It’s student election time at McKinley and Kurt is convinced that he is going to lose to Brittany, because, unlike her, he refuses to go topless on Tuesdays. (Can we get Blaine to go topless on Tuesday’s instead? Or Puck, for that matter?)
Convinced that an election loss will kill his chances of getting into NYATA college, Kurt contemplates stuffing the ballot box. But Rachel, Blaine and Finn convince him to “be good.” The ballots are secret, but, the benefit of this being a TV show is that we get to see who everyone votes for. Santana and Quinn show Cheerios spirit (and a little Lebanese Lady Love, respectively) by voting for their Britt . . .
. . . while most of the other Gleeks seem to support Kurt.
However, when Kurt ends up winning the election by 190 more votes than there are actually STUDENTS IN THE SCHOOL, Principal Figgins cries foul. This is the worst election scandal since Bush v. Gore! Kurt is called in for questioning, and threatened with suspension. There’s only one problem . . . he didn’t do it.
You know who did? Rachel . . . . you know, because she needs her Gay Best Friend for college nights on the town, and stuff. (Who doesn’t?)
Of course, Brittany ends up winning the election, fair and square. (HOORAY for Pixie Sticks and Public Nudity!) Kurt concedes graciously, telling Brittany to “rule awesomely,” even though he’s quite certain now that he won’t get into college now, and will be forced to spend the rest of his life in Lima, singing oldies songs for tips at the local Johnny Rockets . . .
And here’s the kicker . . . Rachel might not get into NYATA now either. Her election rigging is going on her permanent record. She’s suspended from school for a week, and . . . wait for it . . . she’s BANNED FROM COMPETING IN SECTIONALS!!
This is terrible. The New Directions are probably going to have to have that little leprechaun kid do all the solos now . . .
Next week on Glee, SHIRTLESS SAM is back, and . . .
Yeah, I missed everything else, after I saw that. It’s a girl thing. What can I tell you? Anywhoo, feel free to check out the trailer for next week’s Glee installment, entitled “Hold on to Sixteen” here:
So . . . tell me . . . what did you think of “I Kissed a Girl?”
Until next time, Gleeks . . .