"Glee" premiered last week and I am obsessed. Judging by the Facebook status buzz, I'm not alone in this either. Despite its uncanny likeness to the 1999 Broderick/Witherspoon hit, "Election" (though it appears they have no production staff in common), "Glee" is the exact comedy I think we all need right now to forget all the craziness in our country.
It's uplifting but it's only cheesy at the right moments. It's also dark and inappropriate when it needs to balance the happy musical numbers with some relatable cynicism.
I don't have much reason for picking "Glee's" germaphobe, borderline OCD guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury (Jayma Mays) except that she is so adorable you just want to squeeze her until her cute little bug eyes pop out of her head.
Hopelessly in love with kind-hearted Spanish teacher turned glee club director Will Schuester, Emma spends hours crying to sad music in her car and continuously turns down propositions from the well-intentioned but kind of gross football coach.
But when Will starts to notice Emma in the way she wants to be noticed, she quickly ends their flirtation because she feels guilty that Will is married with a baby on the way.
Well, either that or she doesn't want to get her hopes up.
But we will root for them anyway because Emma is cute and Will's irritatingly self-entitled wife lied about being pregnant.
Emma, just keep on polishing your grapes before you eat them and cleaning that pencil sharpener for hours. You'll get him in the end!
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