I am full of Glee!

Hola, amigos. Now, I’m not one to jump on a TV trend like a panicked elephant leaping on a mouse, but many many many people have been wittering about Glee, so I thought I’d add my ramblings to the mix.

In case you’ve been living in a remote cottage on one of the weirder, less inhabited Western Isles (Sula Sgeir, perhaps) Glee is about a Glee Club (or choreographed choir to us normal British folk) who are…well…a bit shit, frankly.

It’s pitched as the adult version of High School Musical. And no, that doesn’t mean the porn version (High Screwed Musical? Thigh School Nudical?) it means that most of the actors playing the ‘kids’ are in their mid-20s in true Dawson’s Creek style. There are also regular forays into the personal life of the show’s main character, a rather two dimensional jolly nice teacher named Will with a cartoonishly WAG-like wife who doesn’t really buy into his heartfelt follow-your-dreams-and-be-yourself message: she’s too busy waxing bits of herself and shopping at Pottery Barn.

So far, so blah. But the real star of the show isn’t the all singin’, all dancin’ raggle-taggle misfit bunch of Glee kids, or their henpecked teacher- no, it’s slightly terrifying L-Word alumni Jane Lynch. She plays Sue Sylvester, the hard-faced, sneering, Machiavellian cheerleading coach who brings to mind every PE teacher I’ve ever had, particularly the ones who would make me play in scabby lost-property gym pants whenever I forgot my kit.

She’s the Skeletor to Glee Club’s He-Man and she’ll do whatever it takes to trip them up and send them sprawling on their collective (and slightly chubby) asses.

I have to admit, I’m usually rooting for Sylvester to kick some misfit booty. Despite being very tongue in cheek, sometimes Glee’s saccharine coated ‘reach for the stars, be yourself and follow your dreams’ mulch sticks in my throat a bit and I need a delightfully sour Lynch pill to help it go down. Her bitchtastic team of cheerleaders are another joy, circling the braying, runty Glee Club like a pack of permatanned jackals, planning ways to trick them, cheat them and trip them up. And failing of course, because the nerdy Glee-diots are BEING THEMSELVES, fuelled by the magical power of self-belief.

I am not entirely sure about that message. If I’d decided that it was fine to just ‘be myself’ in high school, I’d probably still have hair like Ozzy Osbourne, bottle-bottom glasses and an unhealthy obsession with David Duchovny. But one day, I looked around me and saw better groomed people with crop tops, Morgan-De-Toi bags and skirty-pants (ah, the late 90s) and thought ‘hey, maybe instead of being myself I should buy some Gap khakis, get a haircut and stop staying in every Thursday night to tape the X-Files’. So I did.

And look where I am now! I’m sitting in my house with unbrushed hair under a Sesame Street blanket, blogging about a television programme I’m rapidly becoming addicted to. On a Thursday night…

Oh dear.

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About Hilary Wardle
Hilary is a freelance journalist and copywriter who writes for a wide range of websites, magazines and newspapers, including Buzzfeed, MSN, The Poke, Chortle, the Guardian and the Independent. She specialises in arts and entertainment, comedy, video games and viral content. Contact her at Hilary3@gmail.com.

5 Responses to I am full of Glee!

  1. schaferlord says:

    I’ve watched it up to the midseason break on the internetz cos I refuse to accept that it takes months to ship a TV show over the Atlantic. How Sue ‘Cs’ it is my new outlook on life.

  2. Mads says:

    I once did a prat fall in PE (surprise surprise) and suffered a wrathful bollocking from my teacher to the tune of “THIS IS A METAPHOR FOR LIFE! YOU WILL NEVER SUCCEED IF YOU INSIST ON BEING THE CLOWN!”

    The philosophy of fifth year volleyball.

    • ladyribenaberet says:

      Ha! Yes, I also was told I’d ‘never amount to anything’ as I wasn’t any good at PE or team sports. I’m sure they’d have said the same thing to Stephen Hawking: “stand up, Hawking, you lazy little sod.”

  3. Debbie Ford says:

    Loving the Glee and love the article!

    Totally agree that Sue is like mouthwash, imagine something strong and unpleasant spelling – like TCP! If you’re American you probably don’t know what I’m talking about, think ‘toilet cleaner’ instead of minty fresh!

    @debsa

    • ladyribenaberet says:

      Hi Debbie! No, I am a United Kingdom of Britainshire person, just like you. Love the TCP analogy. Now drop and give me 50! (Pounds, that is. I’m introducing a website paywall)

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