Cory Monteith: Gone Too Soon

When I woke up yesterday to the news that Cory Monteith had died, I was in a state of shock. Initially, I couldn’t process the words I was reading- it just had to be a joke, a dream, or a really bad plot in a show I was watching. Cory couldn’t be dead, he was only 31!

coryExcept unfortunately he is, and while we don’t yet know the cause of death, chances are that it was alcohol and drug related. Cory never shied away from his troubled past, which came into light even more so lately when his relapse sent him back to rehab in April. To know what obstacles he overcame- dropping out of high school and being an addict at 19- and then turning his life around and becoming the adorable boy on a hit TV show and ultimately dating his beautiful costar, shows a journey that was cut far too short. It’s just a shame that these demons most likely got the best of him in the end and that he wasn’t able to persevere.

This hurts on an even deeper level for me because of my personal feelings for him. I met Cory once and while it was just a press event and I surely didn’t make an impact on his life, his goofy grin and bedroom eyes will forever be etched in my mind just like a scene on Glee that I still manage to know inside and out. Anyone who knows me knows of my love of Glee, mostly the cast more so than the show at this point. If you didn’t know that, all you had to do is look above at the banner of this blog to see the faces of Dianna Agron, Lea Michele, and Cory staring back at you. Except now I can’t even look at a picture of Cory without filling with sadness because I know that these pictures will never happen again in the future.

The future of Glee also seems bleak. Even though Finn didn’t have as large of a role in the fourth season, he was still an integral part of the show. Even without him, how can we all sing along without feeling sad? How can we watch without thinking that he’s gone? How will Lea Michele go to work every day knowing that her boyfriend is dead? I personally would not be able to function.

I feel like Cory was a part of my extended family, and that may sound deranged, but Glee was a major part of my life for reasons that not everyone will understand. Glee had the power to bring a friend and I even closer, and yes, we may have become borderline obsessive with our feelings but Glee was something that just made sense to us. In our own alternate reality, Cory/Finn Hudson would be the man she married and the friend I turned to in times of need. And now all we have left is the fantasy, that truly cannot come true now.

None of this feels real. And maybe it’s best to continue pretending that it’s not because I want to look back at Glee and remember happier times. Times when the fantasy was alive; inspired that there was hope for better days on the horizon. It may all sound crazy but it’s something that I will always hold near and dear to my heart, just like Cory.

Cory Monteith
May 11 1982 – July 13, 2013

Forever yours, faithfully



Thursday Just Ain’t The Same

There was something weird about TV last night. And no, it wasn’t that I actually watched Glee and semi-enjoyed the ending (Santana in Brooklyn? Say what!). No, the strange part was that something was missing; something that’s been there every Thursday night for the past 7 years.

It was the first Thursday without 30 Rock.

30rockNo witty Liz Lemon. No savvy Jack Dononaghy. No ridiculous Tracy Jordan or Jenna Maroney. No naive Kenneth Parcell. No misfit writers.

It made me realize one thing: life without Tina Fey is just no fun. I know I will see Tina again, and not just in my daydreams where we are BFF’s sharing bottles of wine and laughs with Amy Poehler. Tina is starring in Admission alongside Paul Rudd, opening in theatres on March 22. (Yes, that’s a shameless plug for you to go support her). Entertainment Weekly told me that she’s also locked in a contract with Universal that will bring her back to TV sets everywhere around 2014. But what are we supposed to do until then?

Aside from watching Parks & Recreation and enjoying Poehler’s humor, we must wait. Except waiting is boring. So let’s take a moment to reflect on Liz Lemon & company’s finest moments as a way of saying thank you to Tina and NBC for creating quality comedy in a time of terrible television.



Oops… They Did It Again

Let’s set the record straight: I love Britney Spears. I’ve been mildly obsessed for the past 14 years since “Baby One More Time” came out. I’ve seen her in concert 6 times, I own physical copies of every album, and at one point in my life, had pictures of her and Justin Timberlake all over my room. Yeah, I admit it.

That being said, I have a big problem with the twisted tales being published that Britney and her camp are outraged over last week’s Britney meltdown Glee episode. The reason I have a problem with it isn’t because I disagree- sure it was a little offensive to go after a touchy subject but it showed Brittany rise as a phoenix just like the real Britney did- I have a problem because there is just no way her camp “didn’t know.”

Britney is now FOX property. FOX pays her $14 million X-Factor paycheck. FOX is also the parent company of Glee. So you want to tell me that FOX allowed Glee to air that episode without running it by her majesty? No. Way.

I think this is a perfect example of carefully orchestrated PR. Glee has had relatively solid ratings in its new time slot after X-Factor, but what’s the best way to make sure it stays that way even though the show is progressively getting worse each week? Stir up some drama. Naturally people are going to be intrigued and tune in to X-Factor to see if Britney addresses it and then most likely continue to keep FOX on to see what Glee is up to now.

IF Britney honestly had no idea and was blindsided, then shame on FOX. I’d say shame on Glee but they already have enough things to be shameful for this season. Except for the absence of Finn Hudson. I greatly enjoy that. No matter what the true story is, she is on top of the world again because after all, it’s Britney, bitch!


Jubilation Over Glee Graduation

General fan consensus on the Internet is that Tuesday’s Glee Graduation was a terrible episode. I feel like I am in the minority of those who loved it. Why, you ask? Because


The entire episode could have been of babies crying, sad puppies, and a world without chocolate but if it ended with a Finchel breakup I would still love it! The first thing that Finn Hudson has ever done right in his entire existence is breakup with Rachel so she could go to New York and follow her dreams at NYADA. All the other drama and trauma of their relationship is now irrelevant all summer long, until September when I’m sure the writers will return my strife in the form of Finn magically appearing in New York with her. Yet until then, I will rejoice because Rachel Berry is in New York, without Finn Hudson!

Also possibly coming to New York? Santana! Do you know what I would do if they actually filmed here in New York? I would quit my job, start taking singing/dancing lessons, and offer to pick up the poop of Naya Rivera’s dog. If she even has a dog, I’m not sure. In order to get on the show, I’d pretty much do anything, except engage in fake Monchele support. I draw the line there.

While I’m plotting ways to have a new career change, the rest of the cast is moving on as well. Mercedes is off to UCLA while also being a backup singer in an indie band. Mike Chang will continue to be a dancing machine. Quinn is off to Yale but still plans on seeing Rachel with that pricey buss pass she bought her. Hello, Faberry. It feels like we’ve seen the last of Amber Riley, Harry Shum Jr. and Dianna Agron, yet according to Ryan Murphy, everyone is returning next year. But it’s hard to see how these characters, aside from Quinn, will really fit in between the New York/Ohio storylines.

Puck will be a Lima Loser. Kurt now has no plans, except to be with Blaine. Finn is off to the Army. Brittany got left back, and Santana is contemplating staying in Lima to be with her, but the allure of New York is calling her name. And can we just acknowledge that Gloria Estefan is adorable and should have been brought on as Mama Lopez many episodes ago instead of the season finale?

A finale that had many tears shed by the characters but none by me (Shocking). It just wasn’t emotionally compelling. Aside from the flashbacks to previous seasons, most notably Burt doing the “Single Ladies” dance, nothing tugged at the heart. Graduation was distracting more than anything because I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of school doesn’t announce graduates in alphabetical order. It was all more like a “see you later” than an actual “Goodbye.” At the end of the day, that’s okay. I’m just happy to have a few months off from this show because it’s far too consuming.

Just like kids say before summer break: Hey Glee, see you in September! Sadly


It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

Glee should always air for 2 hours. Correction: Glee should always air for 2 hours when it was as good and magical as it was last night. “Props” and “Nationals” were solid and well written episodes. Especially if you mute the TV every time Finchel has a scene. Then it’s phenomenal!

My only complaint in the entire 2 hours is that they didn’t let the body swap last for nearly long enough. I was just getting used to Puck as Blaine and Rachel as Tina when they pulled us back into reality. I could have certainly had some more Santana mimicking Artie and Quinn as the giddy Sugar. Spot on. Yet, it served its purpose to bring Tina Cohen-Chang front and center for an episode. Finally! How long have I been complaining that Tina is ignored? Long enough for me to receive a text message last night stating: “I think the writers read your blog.” So, on that note, thank you very much for taking my thoughts into consideration. Please hire me for season 4, I have some fresh ideas I would love to share with the world. Call me!

While Props tidied up the lingering Coach Bieste domestic abuse storyline, Puck’s angst, and Rachel’s quest for acceptance into NYADA, “Nationals” brought us back to what Glee is really about. The music. The camaraderie. The desire to make a dream come true. While Brittany lost her pillow and blanket out the window (disaster!) everyone started fighting over dance moves. So Santana unleashed her rage and gave everyone a piece of her mind before Mr. Schue was there to remind the kids that they want to win so badly; that their last Nationals meant that much to them. And to us viewers at home, who have watched these kids struggle at coming in #1 when it mattered.

On stage, they were flawless. Lea Michele gave Celine Dion a run for her money  on “All Coming Back To Me Now.” That voice could move mountains I swear. Add in the ladies going to the “Edge of Glory” and back again for “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” and you have one solid performance. For the first time ever, I agreed with Lindsay Lohan. Those New Directions were great. Everybody appreciates a comeback, especially Ms. Lohan. And it’s a good thing the judges agreed because we never would have gotten to see those happy faces accepting their trophy and marching back to McKingley.


“Tongue Tied” is not only one of my favorite songs of the past few months, but it’s also now associated with my favorite Glee scene of all time. This montage was so beautiful and happy, that yes, I cried. It was just so perfect! The fear of rejection turned into complete praise, jubilation, confetti, sparkling cider, dip kisses in the hall, Emma going all the way, just everything that I imagine heaven to be like. Minus Finchel. I still think that’s hell.

These 2 episodes have had me thinking about my own high school graduation quite a lot. And with next week’s “Goodbye” episode, I think I’ll cry more than my own graduation because at least I knew I would see my friends again. My fictional friends, I may never see again.

Damn all these feelings, coming back to me now

A Prehistoric Prom-Asaurus

When I went to prom 7 years ago, it certainly wasn’t as fun/dramatic as McKinley’s. First off, there were no Kings and Queens since it was a private Catholic school, and singling two people out wouldn’t be “right.” Like Rachel, I had no chance at winning Prom Queen because I wasn’t one of those popular girls. But much like Santana and Quinn, I sure as hell would have liked to win it if the crown fit.

Except they both had the chance to crown themselves. Quinn was the victor, fair and square, with Santana only one vote behind her. They had the power to ensure that one of them would win but in what is by far, the most character growth amidst the 3 seasons, they did what they considered the right thing. Santana didn’t want to be Queen if Brittany wasn’t King. That is simply beautiful compared to her desperate plea to win last year with her beard Karofsky. There is a tiara collection in the Fabray household, and last year Quinn slapped Rachel across the face because she blamed her for ruining her chances at winning. This year, they both sabotaged the votes and handed in a card that stated that Rachel Berry won on write-in votes.

Part of me didn’t like that Rachel won because it shows her complete lack of growth. She is supposed to be the girl that doesn’t care about popularity or boys; just her Broadway dreams. She completely lost that this year and by only caring about her fiancé and now getting the quintessential (no pun intended, but man, was Faberry on last night or what?) high school title, she seems to only care about what happens in her life with Finn. Barf.

Quinntana looked a whole lot more excited and pleased than Finn, which yet again just proves that Finchel sucks! He screamed at Quinn (completely ruining “Love You Like a Love Song”. Rude) to get up and walk when in season one, he pretended to be handicapped in order to get a job. Hypocrite much? Quinn stood on that stage and sang “Take My Breath Away” for you and your girlfriend, how about some gratitude? It’s sad that I think my Finchel hate has only escalated because of my hate of Monchele, which needs to end immediately. I never want to see or hear anything Monchele related again in my life.

I also don’t want to see double standards and prehistoric thinking. I lost track of how many times Finchel kissed last night, as well as all the random students shown making out. Why do we always get to see that, but Brittana and Klaine get nothing? All of this ironically occurring at the same time North Carolina passed a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage. Glee is supposed to be paving the way for television and it’s not doing a very thorough job, but again, only mature viewers will be aware of these travesties because we’re in touch with reality. Although if I don’t stop singing “Love You Like A Love Song” and “Dinosaur,” I may just wind up locked up in a psychiatric hospital, rocking myself back and forth in rhyme. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll share a room with Brittany since everyone thought she was crazy for her prehistoric dinosaur prom theme- which was pretty awesome if you ask me.

Also awesome: Becky Jackson. I love angry Becky. I love rude Becky. I just love Becky because she tells it like it is and doesn’t care what people think about her. She had hopes of being Prom Queen too and people looking at her for the right reason (aw!) and none other than Noah Puckerman crowned her with a beer box crown. Keeping it classy Puckerman, I approve.

There are only 3 episodes left, including next week’s 2 hour 2 episode extravaganza. I don’t think we’re ready for this jelly.

Just Can’t Shake Glee Out

Last week, I avoided processing my feelings on the Whitney Houston episode because I felt like it fell flat and didn’t do justice to the late songstress. This week, some new heavy issues were addressed and Glee yet again proved itself unable to handle sensitive issues properly. I mean, they titled the train-wreck “Choke.” Because that was a great title for an episode that features spousal abuse. Bravo.

That being said, the domestic abuse storyline with Coach Beiste was completely unexpected and saddening. The initial lecture to Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Tina and Sugar seemed to be just another attempt of Glee hitting a hard message home, but it soon became all too real all during song. I have been anxiously awaiting the Glee ladies’ rendition of “Cell Block Tango” since 2009. It was #3 on my most needed covers (#1. Spice Girls- Wannabe, #2. Rent- Seasons of Love). So to see them finally do it was quite literally music to my ears, but the context was much less enjoyable since the tango was juxtaposed with images proving that Beiste was actually beaten by her husband.

For the duration of the episode, we had these Beiste-girl centric moments, that concluded with a beautiful acoustic version of Florence + the Machine’s “Shake It Out.”

This emotional storyline tried to teach a lesson to leave a man who abuses you, except Beiste returned to him and didn’t really move in with her sister. Heartbreaking. And also disappointing because it would have been nice to see a Glee female finally take ownership of her life and how she is treated and not to be involved with a man who doesn’t treat her right. Ahem, are you paying attention Rachel?

The Rachel Berry, who wanted Broadway more than oxygen, bombed her NYADA audition. How can you forget the words to “Don’t Rain On My Parade,” the song you have sung since you were 2 years old? Oh, that’s right. Somehow you managed to be more concerned about your ogre of a fiancé than your dreams. And now your dreams are left on the floor for Finn Hudson to toss aside by guessing “you’re upset and stuff.” He has more important things to worry about, like how will Puck graduate?

All this macho nonsense is getting old. It’s all about the guys being the ones on top. It’s all about them being the victors. Everyone was more preoccupied with Puck passing geography than Rachel Berry’s demise or that heavy issue that all the other girls were addressing. All the girls except Quinn because shocker- she wasn’t in the episode AT ALL. Not even a flash of blonde rolling down a hallway. Yet somehow she is an important enough of a character to be the catalyst of what appears to be 2 fights in next week’s episode. For a ghost, Quinn really knows how to throw a wedge between Finchel.

With Prom up next week, I’m hoping that we can finally get some answers about what is really happening on this show, aside from poor writing. Will Brittany graduate? What will happen to Brittana? Will Quinn walk her way to Yale? Will Tina finally get some lines? Will Finn run into Rachel’s knife 10 times? Sure, that may go against the lesson from “Choke” but desperate times call for desperate measures.

All we seem to know is that Kurt Hummel must be NYADA bound after that fantastic rendition of “Not The Boy Next Door.” If he doesn’t get accepted, then there is just no hope for this show. Yet we’ll all somehow be back for Season 4 wondering why. Not to lighten the severity of the subject, but maybe we’re the ones in the abusive relationship….