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Judge & Jury

I've always loved American Idol but I'm finding it particularly fun to watch this season. Little Chic caught the fever with me last season and we tried to watch most of it together, but this season, Brainy Boy has also come on board and it is pretty hilarious to see them both watching the show.

Little Chic is an aspiring singer herself, so she joins in the critiquing sessions by smartly giving her opinion on whether or not she thinks the particular singer will make it to the next round. Brainy Boy adores sarcasm of any type and rushes into any opportunity to add his two cents, so he has declared himself the "Mini Simon". Little Chic thinks this is nothing to brag about and tries her hardest to convince him that this is not a character trait he should develop, but he'll have none of it. The more blunt and rude Simon gets, the better Brainy Boy likes it. Little Chic and I tend to sympathize with the heartbroken, but Brainy Boy figures you should clearly know your talents that if you are not good at something, you should already realize it and not embarrass yourself in public. Little Chic, a true artist at heart, applauds all the contestants for "putting themselves out there" as she describes it, and thinks that everybody should attempt to do something they love.

It looks like this is one of those arguments that they will just have to agree to disagree.
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Barb said…
Simon is the best thing about American Idol. He's the only one whose opinion I trust. And some of these people trying out need to clean off their mirrors and clean out their own ears. I'm embarrassed for them.

How fun that your kids are getting hooked, too. It's always more fun to watch this show with someone else. :-)
1/26/2007 10:16 AM
Rochelle said…
LOVE American Idol in this household too....I finally got my man to start watching it with me last season, although he hates to admit to watching it!
1/27/2007 9:46 AM
Unknown said…
We don't miss a single show and this is one of our number one shows of all times. However, we'll have to take Little Chic's side in some ways and Brainy Boys side in other ways. We (Bobby and I) were not happy with Simon a couple weeks ago when he made fun of the way certain people were born, like the poor kid he made fun of with big eyes saying he looked like a creature that came out of the jungle. We both feel it's perfectly in order for the judges to be honest about the singing, but when it comes to attacking a person for the way God made them really upsets both of us.
1/27/2007 6:22 PM
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