Thursdays I am now officially watching TV in the other room because although my girlfriend is sticking with it, I am done with Glee after this past week.
I could handle all the new kids, and the completely fanciful dreamworld of Kurt and Rachel in that huge Brooklyn loft, and the over the top bitch of a dance teacher, and even more stupid bullshit from Sue Sylvester, but the Marley thing with the bulimia this week has done it.
First of all, I never forgave this show for having Kurt forgive and befriend the football meathead bully who threatened to kill him. I don't care if he was hiding his "terrible gay secret" that's just fucking irresponsible. Secondly, note to Hollywood TV writers: as someone who was bullied for a really, really long time during my adolescence, WHY must you write scenarios in which the bullier pretends to be nice and invites the bullied to a sleepover/party/whatever AND THE BULLIED GIRL IS EXCITED TO GO? Stop perpetuating the myth that bullied kids want to hang around their bulliers BECAUSE THEY ARE POPULAR AND THEY HOPE TO FIT IN. This is not how it works!
This poorly executed bulimia storyline by Quinn 2.0 is just so ridiculous. Hey Marley, all your clothes OTHER THAN THE GREASE COSTUMES fit you fine? Hmmmm. Really, writers?
I also had a problem with Marley's mom telling her that she would have to struggle to stay thin, because God knows growing up to be fat is the worst thing ever.
These writers should hang their heads in shame. What they are putting on television this season equates to 13-year-olds writing fanfic, seriously. I am done, Glee. You suck.