I was under the impression that Glee would be getting 24 episodes for its final season.
But it turns out it’s only getting 13, and next week is a double.
So this time next week, Glee will be finally dead for good.
We won, you guys.
Every time I think Glee has finally, finally hit rock bottom, Ryan Murphy busts out the dynamite and blows the bottom clear away, revealing more sprawling, cavernous depths of unbearable retardation.
For example, the plot of this episode hinges on hypnosis.
I’ve never said “Oh my fucking God” in rage so many times in a forty minute period.
But it’s Blaine, so defying Shirley not only works out okay, it actually works out better.