|In which I get all ranty about nothing of importance
||[May. 27th, 2009|06:47 am]
So, like a gazbillion other people, I totally thought Adam should have won Idol, but I don't really mind because I think it's better to come in second than first, anyway.
But you know what I do mind? All the talk about how middle aged middle America just couldn't deal with the guyliner.
I am middle aged middle America. Heck, I'm old enough to be a grandmother, even though I'm not one, but that's entirely due to me being a late bloomer, not to not being older than dirt. And the guyliner didn't bother me a bit. Because, hello. T Rex, anyone? Ziggy Stardust? These names ringing a bell? We invented glam rock. I dated guys who wore eyeliner, and we didn't give it cutesy metrosexual names.
You know what? Grandmas loved Adam, because he reminded them of the good old days, with pipes like Robert Plant and looks like David Bowie if he'd eaten a cheeseburger now and then. So quit blaming middle aged middle America. It's those uptight Gen Xers who can't deal.