Its not a surprise that I like girl on girl, alot. Infact I like it so much I b
log about it. For anyone who has followed Brittany and Santana you know that their "relationship" has caused a few of the saphic sisterhood to dislike the lack of romantic interactions these two share (or I guess, don't share.) Glee creator Ryan Murphy has been criticized for using these two lovely ladies as eye candy. Well Mr.Murphy you made a entire population stand up and cheer and then break down and cry last night. Santana is by far one of the most controversial characters on the show. She flaunts her sex appeal regularly and more often then not uses her body to get what she wants. Her sharp tongue has slashed even the toughest of souls and she takes no prisoners. Brittany on the other hand is the equivalent of that sad little puppy who often forgets how to walk down steps. She is a lovable character that has the best one liners on the show (anthem: the bottom of an ants pants.) Combine these two and you would think it would be disaster. Well my dear friends you are oh so wrong. This weeks episode was, for me, the best of season 2! The intimate way in which we experienced the anger, fear and final understanding that accompanies coming to term with ones sexuality was exquisite. Santana's outpouring of emotion was heartwarming. Who hasn't found themselves in love with someone they cannot have. Most homosexual individuals have experienced the pain of coming to terms with something that may very well rip their world apart. Most people have experienced that gut wrenching pain of loving someone who will never love you in the same way you love them. That truly helpless feeling that you get when no matter what you do or say, you can't change someones feelings for you.
Glee to some people is just a bunch of kids singing. Now I like the singing as much as the next dyke but the writing is what brings me back every week. (Well that and the sexified ladies but who's counting!?!) But when it really gets down to it the message is what draws us all in. Glee is like a singing Breakfast Club for a whole new generation. Everyone identifies with atleast one of the characters. That's why we all love this show, why we laugh when Brittany zings us (Dolphins are just gay sharks,) or sigh when Kurt gives us puppy eyes, or cry when Santana's heart grows three sizes and then gets crushed.
I leave you with the words of an iconic movie:
"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detentionfor whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete... and a basket case... a princess...and a criminal... Does that answer your question?... Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club."