And you know? I kind of like it. It's not Buffy or Breaking Bad good, but it's a charming little soap opera. I fast-forward through a few of the more plodding musical numbers—the ballad episode took me maybe 12 minutes to watch, total—but it's entertaining enough. And the show's approach to teenage sexuality is refreshing—the "teenagers" (when did TV shows stop even trying to pick actors who look anything like teenagers, by the way? Is this a special high school for twenty-somethings?) mix and match in a spirit of good-natured experimentation, as it should be.

But my goodwill only goes so far: If they let the guy who plays Mr. Shoe rap one more time...

...I'm totally fucking done with Glee forever. I can't even fast-forward through that shit without wanting to puke.