Thursday, February 17, 2011
American Idol Snark Station: Group Week
I don't understand the purpose of group week. At all. I'm one of those people who thinks it sucks that there's no "I" in team, and whenever I've been part of a group project I've ended up doing one of two things:
1. Grabbing the reins and doing all the work myself.
2. Slacking off and daydreaming about the next day's outfits while someone else does all the work.
That's not to say I can't work for or under someone. I take direction quite happily (and, in fact, welcome it) and am totally capable of sussing out and meeting all terms of whatever work contract I agree to. It's just that I don't like collaborating on a project where everyone contributes their ideas to one big pot, thinking that what will emerge is an oh-so-much-better sum of the original parts but which instead just turns out to be watered down and dishwater grey.
So American Idol group week always makes me squirm. Even more so last night with all the stage mommies hovering over their fifteen-year-olds and giving them direction, which one of the contestants rightly pointed out gives those spayshul little snowflakes an unfair advantage.
At any rate, it all sounded like bad karaoke to Moi, so I got nothing to say except shame that the dude half of the busted up couple went home because I like his voice. Ain't his fault the two girlz made him sing Cee Lo Green when he clearly wasn't up for it.
Oh, and that kid who sounds like Randy Travis? Let's take bets on how long he lasts . . .