A blogging first: my mother told me what I have to blog about. She emailed me:
“After you watch American Idol, you have to blog about it.”
I want to say that it was unfair that Jason Castro was the least talented contestant ever on AI and yet the prepubescent tween girl market in America single-handedly kept him alive for so long, mad texting their votes in between decoupaging their Hannah Montana collages. But it is a popularity contest after all. Otherwise the age cutoff wouldn’t be 28, and Paula Abdul would stop talking about their outfits.
I’ll admit- I even thought Jason was hot before. I mean, I know I am married, and old enough maybe to be his mother (assuming I could have given birth to him to coincide with getting my first high school locker freshman year), but I had a few fleeting fantasies about what it would be like to be wrapped like a pig-in-a-blanket in his half-Latin dreadlocks.
But then, well… then he just sucked at singing. And worse than that, he could never think of anything clever to say in interviews, and gave a goofy loping smile and galloped across stage everytime he was was unjustly preserved. And that’s where I draw the line. No talent? Not smart? Not clever? You are dead to me. Boring = death.
I mean, I would still spoon him I GUESS.
So long fair Jason.