it's okay, really.
I was watching Glee's Original Song episode on my DVR today because it was just me and my brother home, so he sits next to me to watch with.
It goes pretty well. He makes little comments about how he thinks Santana is hot, and Brittany is too except she's an idiot, and Quinn is a b*tch and Rachel is cute and Mike is awesome and Puck is his homeboy and Finn-who the heck names their kid Finn?
I was so proud of my brother, watching Glee with me, because whenever he watches it with me, my dad makes an appearance and he rips on the show so hard because he wants to change the channel to SportsNet or something. Whatever. Brother always makes fun of 'homos' when my dad is around and Glee is on the TV. Apparently my dad finds is utterly hilarious to make fun of Chris Colfer because he's 'feminine' and has a 'girl voice' and blah blah blah. Dad, I don't care. Chris Colfer might not be a stud like Mark Salling, but he's beautiful. Just. Please, he's a beautiful human being and you cannot make fun of him for being who he is.
Okay, so anyway, that beautiful Kurt and Blaine scene comes on (you know the one where they kiss and it makes me smile like a goof every time I see it and don't get me started or I will never stop talking about it) and brother goes sour.
"That's not right. Are they both gay in real life?"
"No, Bobby. Just Kurt. Blaine is straight in real life."
"That's disgusting. Two guys together is..."
"It's beautiful, Bobby. Love is love."
"How can he kiss another guy if he's straight?"
"Have you ever heard of Neal Patrick Harris? He's gay in real life, but he plays a straight man in How I Met Your Mother. That's basically the same concept."
Bobby was in denial. And I realized then that Glee did not only exist for entertainment, but to educate.
"Bobby, you can't help who you love. You were born the way you were."
I watched the Prom Queen episode with him next and when Kurt got elected queen as a horrible joke, Bobby got defensive.
"Why would someone do that? That is mean. I would kick them in the balls."
That's my boy.
And then my dad came home and ruined it by shouting at me to put on the Phillies game.
DAD. REALLY? REALLY DAD.
It goes pretty well. He makes little comments about how he thinks Santana is hot, and Brittany is too except she's an idiot, and Quinn is a b*tch and Rachel is cute and Mike is awesome and Puck is his homeboy and Finn-who the heck names their kid Finn?
I was so proud of my brother, watching Glee with me, because whenever he watches it with me, my dad makes an appearance and he rips on the show so hard because he wants to change the channel to SportsNet or something. Whatever. Brother always makes fun of 'homos' when my dad is around and Glee is on the TV. Apparently my dad finds is utterly hilarious to make fun of Chris Colfer because he's 'feminine' and has a 'girl voice' and blah blah blah. Dad, I don't care. Chris Colfer might not be a stud like Mark Salling, but he's beautiful. Just. Please, he's a beautiful human being and you cannot make fun of him for being who he is.
Okay, so anyway, that beautiful Kurt and Blaine scene comes on (you know the one where they kiss and it makes me smile like a goof every time I see it and don't get me started or I will never stop talking about it) and brother goes sour.
"That's not right. Are they both gay in real life?"
"No, Bobby. Just Kurt. Blaine is straight in real life."
"That's disgusting. Two guys together is..."
"It's beautiful, Bobby. Love is love."
"How can he kiss another guy if he's straight?"
"Have you ever heard of Neal Patrick Harris? He's gay in real life, but he plays a straight man in How I Met Your Mother. That's basically the same concept."
Bobby was in denial. And I realized then that Glee did not only exist for entertainment, but to educate.
"Bobby, you can't help who you love. You were born the way you were."
I watched the Prom Queen episode with him next and when Kurt got elected queen as a horrible joke, Bobby got defensive.
"Why would someone do that? That is mean. I would kick them in the balls."
That's my boy.
And then my dad came home and ruined it by shouting at me to put on the Phillies game.
DAD. REALLY? REALLY DAD.