The Translator and I watch Glee religiously. That's right folks...I watch a show that is generally targeted toward a younger, hotter, female demographic. As many of you have seen I'm not hot or female and I'm not particularly young either.
But still I really enjoy this show. Mostly for Sue Sylvester, but some of the music is quite good too.
Last night Glee did a "tribute" to The Rocky Horror Picture Show. If you don't know what that is just stop reading now; go buy yourself a copy and educate yourself.
A rampant sadistic sex party, The Rocky Horror Picture Show is easily my favorite musical. I mean how can you beat Meatloaf as a biker and Tim Curry as a transvestite scientist.
And really Tim's got a pair of legs that just don't quit.
The music is awesome and hilarious and raunchy all at the same time. And if you have a theater in your area that does midnight showings then go expose yourself to the experience. There's lots of interactivity that goes along with the movie.
Anyway...back to Glee. WTF were they thinking? The episode was more of a burned effigy then a tribute. Let's start with a FEMALE Frankenfurter. What kind of ridiculous bullshit is this? How do you sing Sweet Transvestite when you're not even cross dressing? And why is it we can say transvestite on TV, but we can't say transsexual?
I don't know how many of you caught Mercedes "modernized" version of the song, but I'm pretty sure there's nothing fucking sensational about Transylvania. The whole thing sent a tremor of revulsion shoot up the back of my throat.
Now I know this may strike you all as a bit conservative of me, but who in their right mind would allow a group of high school kids to perform Rocky Horror. I mean really...the whole damn thing is littered with sex and drug references. It's not like children aren't exposed to these things already, but do we have to lead them to it? Do we have to make it ok and more comfortable? Certainly I feel like there's a vast gaping valley between allowing a child to watch a movie which is easily dismiss-able and actually emerging them to the point required to perform it.
A child's sense of propriety is fragile at best these days with the advent of sexting, internet porn (hell yeah I know I watch it too), and pop stars like Brittney Spearme and Christina Fuckmetherea, that we don't really need to push any further.
Wow...I'm kind of sounding like an old man. Back in my day we only got porn in magazines...and we were happy to get it too.
I actually remember my first Playboy...Shannon Tweed was the playmate of the year that year.
Enough reminiscing...I'm not trying to say we should shelter our children from the realities of the world, I'm simply trying to say that there should be a balance.
Like Sue Sylvester says: "Children must know fear. Without it, they'll try Frenching grizzly bears or trying to live in Florida."
Now...as if to contradict everything I've just said I'm going to shamelessly plug the little competition I'm sponsoring this month. Please check out the Inappropriate Remarks...in my pants! tab up at the top for information. We're all sure to get some laughs out of the whole thing. We've had a few really great submissions already and I'm hoping to get lots more.