(I’m gonna come out and say it: I find it irksome, not amusing, when Sue physically assaults McKinley students.) (Boy, Schue likes saying “blue ribbon panel” more than Emma likes picking out pastel sweater sets.) After refusing Finn’s apology for last week’s “r-bomb,” Sue then tried to sabotage Grease rehearsals, but Finn made do by staging a groovy rendition of “Greased Lightning” at his dad’s tire shop, and generally ignoring the once-again violent cheerleading coach. for that “Blue Ribbon Panel” on arts eduction. * Despite Sue’s strenuous (and, frankly, logical) objections, Principal Figgins signed off on Schue’s plan for Finn to take over as unpaid advisor New Directions while the curly-haired teacher heads off to D.C. A pre-curtain smooch seemed to seal the deal: Marley’s got her groove back, but she’s also made Jake Puckerman a jealous guy. Just when Marley began to try to make herself vomit, though, her costar Ryder stepped in and convinced her he didn’t want to kiss a girl (onstage or off) with upchuck on her breath. Marley and her mom decided to embark on a diet (instead of her mother being all, “you’re rail thin, gurrrl!”), but at a subsequent sleepover for Grease‘s female cast members, Kitty suggested bulimia as a solution to Marley’s imaginary weight woes. * Kitty began to methodically chip away at Marley’s self-confidence by surreptitiously taking in her Grease costumes, then convincing her rival that she was on the path to looking like her morbidly obese mother. While I ponder whether or not I want Glee to graduate from high school altogether, let’s recap what went down: Or maybe it’s because, as a Glee Project junkie, I was psyched to see Blake Jenner’s Ryder Lynn emerge as undeniable leading man material (despite a ridiculous end-of-episode twist that had him “saving” Marley from cheerleader-induced bulimia). Maybe it’s because the show managed to intertwine Finn’s fate with that of McKinley’s misfit artistes. Because I’ve already invested in Kurt and Rachel and Santana and Mercedes and Finn, it’s natural to want to know how they’re faring with internships and auditions and college and the music biz and the hard work of figuring out what to do with one’s entire adult life.Īnd yet I’d be lying if I said this week’s episode, “Glease,” didn’t hook me in completely. Indeed, as we enter the second trimester of Season 4, I’m frequently finding myself more engaged by the story arcs that don’t involve New Directions’ well-traveled Sectionals/Regionals/Nationals show-choir trajectory. That’s not always an easy question to answer. But did Kurt’s message also serve a secondary purpose, summing up the feelings of the show’s core audience about Glee‘s creative direction in its pivotal fourth season? In other words, is Fox’s high-school musical more compelling when it points its GPS to destinations beyond Lima, OH? Long live the Kingdom – I'm from the Empire State that's.“This isn’t home anymore.” Those four words from Kurt Hummel served notice to his preppy ex-boyfriend Blaine Anderson that he’d moved on to a life beyond the halls of William McKinley High School. Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Labor Day Parade – rest in peace Bob Marley If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade Me? I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backįor foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to actĮight million stories out there in the nakedĬity, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughīut I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though New York, New York (I made you hot, jigga)Ĭatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameĭude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can Let's hear it for New York (You're welcome, OG) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Aha, aha, aha) Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from.Ĭoncrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Took it to my stash spot, 560 State StreetĬatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastriesĬruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's I used to cop in Harlem – all of my Dominicanos
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