Thursday, March 26, 2009
I'm just going to say it.
I don't typically blog about American Idol, even though I'm semi-obsessed with it (but nowhere near my obsession with super trash like Brett Michael's Rock of Love...3), but I can't resist.
I have a bone to pick with the Idol producers and/or Scott McIntyre himself. I'm not sure who to blame just yet.
If you don't know, Scott is "visually impaired." If you've watched even a second of the show, however, you know this. Because it somehow comes up all.the.time. Personally, I've questioned the visual impairment several times. In the beginning, his brother had to walk him on and off the stage and now he seems to flit about unattended quite often. That is suspect. I could say that I'm visually impaired, as without my glasses or contacts I am blind as a bat. Legally blind, my friends. Which I have mentioned several times while watching the show, to which Chris responds, "But you can wear glasses." Which is a good point, and proof yet again that he is the one with a beating heart in his chest in this marriage.
But last night, someone dressed Scott in pink pants and I think that was taking it too far. I don't believe for a second that he wasn't aware the pants were pink until right before he went on as he said when Ryan questioned him about the pants. We all know they take the contestants shopping and they pick out the clothes with the help of a stylist. I have a hard time believing that in Scott's case they took him shopping and just threw clothes into a shopping cart laughing about how silly he'll look and never be the wiser. Clearly that's the show's hairdresser's part to play. No, I believe they all knew what they were doing. That the (dumber) public WOULD think they dressed him in pink pants without his knowledge, feel sorry for him, and vote for him despite the fact that his performances have been average at best.
I don't appreciate being manipulated, Idol producers and/or Scott. Unless you're talking about Danny Gokey and his heartbreaking story of losing his wife at such a young age. Then it's okay, because I love Danny.
And before anyone suggests I'm going to hell or karma's a bitch or any of that for saying what I did about Scott's visual impairment, let me save you the key strokes. I KNOW. I know I'm going to hell, and I would probably care if I believed in hell. And in my experience, that karma thing never seems to actually happen to the people that clearly deserve to get bitten in the ass so I'll take my chances.