No shocker here. As I predicted, Jeanine Mason took home the title of "America's Favorite Dancer" last night. Whatever that means. I know. I know. I sound like a negative nelly. (Well now I'm just sounding like an 80-year-old woman.) But come on people. Was this really a surprise given Jeanine's infectious smile? Her perfect bouncy curls? And her heart-melting personality? (Okay. Now I just sound like a lesbian.) But Jeanine really was a clear favorite (to me at least mid-season) considering her competitors were ... well, um, what's the word I'm looking for here, ... blah? Yeah. Blah will do.
And then I see these previews for another SYTYCD season already comin' at me next month?!!? (Yeah, I'll watch. But with my arms folded.)
Only to find out today that indeed we will be Paula Abdul-less next Idol?!?! (Yeah, her "thoughts may have tumbled in her head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free" ... but I really enjoyed her, dammit!)
So I ask you ... HAS THE WORLD GONE COMPLETELY MAD?!?!?!?! Or is this still that long-running game of torment the world is playing on little ol' me ever since Kris Allen beat out my Adam? (Yes, I still own him.)
But I digress.