open letter \ˈō-pən, ˈle-tər\ n : a letter, often of protest or criticism, addressed to a specific person, but intended to be brought to public attention

Dear Glee,

I love you, but if you ask any of my other loved ones, they’ll tell you I’m not one to shy way from criticizing them, sometimes bluntly.  And I’m a little pissed at you.  Look, I was busy this past week, so I didn’t have a chance to watch last Tuesday’s episode.  Well, I’m watching it now, and the seed of annoyance that was planted two weeks ago at a certain storyline has grown into a giant tree.  A giant tree of hypocrisy.  Okay, that was a little dramatic.  It sounded good though.

Here’s what I don’t understand.  How is it possible that in one episode you can champion the relationship between a straight dad and his gay son and at the same time undermine the same-sex family?  Ryan Murphy, how were you able to write that amazing speech Kurt’s dad gave, which was full of love for and pride in his son and at the same time write the ridiculous plot that Rachel needs a mom because neither of her dads can sew?  Now, I don’t have a problem with anyone finding their birth parents.  At the very least, it’s important to know any genetic problems you might run into.  Or I even understand wanting to know the more seemingly little things, like if either of your parents are left-handed, like you are.  But this storyline wasn’t presented as Rachel wondering if she’s at a higher risk for breast cancer or why she likes gold stars so much.  She’s essentially spouting what many people against same-sex parents are saying: “Children need a mother and a father.”  But what they need is love.  And Rachel has plenty of that.  And so does Kurt, as his single father has shown over and over.

This disappointment comes on the heels of a recent upsetting article by the New York Post (I know, quality journalism).  They did a story called “The real ‘Glee.’”  What it was was a bullshit article about how Glee creator Ian Brennan was influenced by convicted sex offender Jason Krigas, my former high school choir director.  His offense was glossed over in the first paragraph, while the rest of it practically gushed about how amazing of a teacher he was.  I’m not going to pretend that the man didn’t build that choir program into something special, but I’m pretty sure his manipulative preying on female students merits more than three sentences.  And Ian Brennan, if you really did call Krigas (as he says in the article, but he’s such a good liar, who’s to say) to get his “okay” to use a similar storyline in the pilot, then you should be ashamed of yourself.  Because while I don’t think there’s any topic that can’t be laughed at, there are situations that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

So, Glee, you’ve been warned.  I love you, but I’m angry.  And I may forgive but it’s almost impossible for me to forget.  Ask anyone.  Right now, the good well outweighs the bad, but I’ll be paying close attention to tonight’s episode.  

Sorry if shit got too real.

Patty

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