Ding Dong, Kevin’s Gone!

Okay. Fine. I watch American Idol. Happy now?

No, I am not ashamed of it. Although I admit I was caught off guard with the shrieks of giggles when I revealed my obsession with the show. And no, I don’t agree that I am “too haughty” to watch American Idol. Not that there’s any connection. If I’m haughty, how would you describe Simon Cowell? And he’s the frickin’ judge, for goodness sake.

Kevin’s finally out!

Yey!

It sure took a long time to boot him out. Chicken Little’s parting words, while pointing to the finalists:  “America, be smart, and pick one of these amazing people.” Huwaat? You mean we can’t pick the winner from the audience? But … but … but …

My Loves & Hates

Not that the list is laminated or anything. My disgust and non-disgust vary almost every week, depending on what I had for dinner.

• Kellie Pickler. Neutral. I’m not sick of her dumb act yet, but I’m getting there. “What’s a Ballsy?” Seriously?
• Chris Daughtry. Love. He does seem to sing the same song every week, though.
• Katharine McPhee. Love. She can do better with song selection. She might also need to tone down her sweetie pie image just a bit, lest people think she’s another Jasmine Trias.
• Bucky Covington. Neutral. Forgettable performances, but looks too cuddly to be in Hate.
• Elliot Yammin. Love. Great technique, and looks like an all-around-nice-guy. Needs to learn how to connect with his audience. Elliot, I swear they love your goatee.
• Lisa Tucker. Love. She makes the worst song choices in the history of mankind, but I still wanna squish her.
• Mandisa. Neutral. Powerful voice and all that crap. But her voice and all that screaming sounds a little bit too familiar. I am craving for more originality.
• Paris Bennett. Hate. Is it the squeaky voice? Or the fact that her smile makes her face look like a prune?
• Taylor Hicks. Neutral. Yeah, I know I’m supposed to love him. Although I think it’s great that he’s having a lot of fun, he’s starting to look like a drunk ______.
• Ace Young. Neutral. Not really found of his falsettos, which Paula Abdul adores. Watch those eyelashes, Paula — those fake ones can only take so much batting.

And speaking of which:

• Paula Abdul. Hate. "You’re like a breath of fresh air." Gracious, dear Paula: The only ones who like hearing your comments are the contestants, the families of the contestants, and the friends of the contestants. Outside of that group, people just think you’re a load of crap, and someone who badly need a new set of adjectives.

Next week: Songs of the 21st century, and undoubtedly a new bunch of Loves & Hates. Stay tuned.