If you’re at all interested in American Idol, (and I won’t judge you if you are because PittGirl watches it religiously), including the fact that the top ten tour stopped here in the Burgh last week, then click yourself over to this YouTube video. Apparently some totally obsessed Burgher hung out near the Civic Arena, er … Mellon Arena, as the idols arrived, signed autographs, and then left.
Of note, you’ll get to see:
Taylor Hicks making some Burgh girl cry all snotty and stuff, and he tells her not to cry or she’ll make him cry. Right. When weird old men make you cry like that, it might be time to evaluate your life a little bit.
Elliot “Still Fug” Yamin just wandering around looking like his puppy ran away and took his kitten too.
Ace Young being his gay self … his HOT gay self.
And speaking of American Idol, check out this letter to the entertainment editor at the PG:
Goofy? No, great!
I knew John Artale’s review of the American Idols’ concert (July 28) was written by a man as soon as I read “goofy dancing.” It’s only because he’s a man that he could see Taylor Hicks’ dancing as “goofy.” Trust me. Women see it entirely different. It is a pleasure to watch! You just have to be a woman to understand, John. Thanks, though, for the review.
Trish? Last time I checked, I was a woman, and the last time I saw Taylor Hicks “dance” I pretty much thought he looked like a fish thrown on the dock and injected with some crack. If I had been writing the review, as a woman, I would have quoted an extremely old teeny-bopper movie I used to watch called “Sing“:
“That’s not dancing … that’s organized pain.”
Hot dancing? That would be Dmitry on “So You Think You Can Dance!” Hello!
Yum. For real.
And having written that, I’m thinking that when a shirtless Russian ballroom dancer makes me drool like this, it might be time to evaluate my life.