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Character: Kurt Hummel
Series: Glee
Character Age: 16.
Canon: From the top! Glee is the mixed-genre series about a high school glee (show choir) club in Lima, Ohio. Though it used to rule the school, Glee club has taken a huge nosedive in popularity at McKinley High and is currently the home of all unpopular teenaged misfits. Bullying is a regular occurrence for the five original members, who go through the day taking iced drinks to the face or being locked in Porta Potties by the top dogs at school. At times farce, at times parody or drama, and always a musical, Glee pokes fun at stereotypes with varying levels of success.
Kurt Hummel fills the flamboyant gay niche. He enjoys skin care, haute couture that no high school student could rightfully afford, makeovers, which are, and I quote, "like crack" to him, and taping himself dancing to Beyoncé. Kurt copes with getting tossed into dumpsters on a regular basis by telling himself he's superior to all of his peers, save for a few friends. (There was that Special Episode where he coped by getting drunk, but he got better.) Kurt possesses a great vocabulary and a flair for the dramatic -- skills that are highly useful when tearing down enemies and rivals. Yet Kurt is more than good hair, wit and Broadway musicals; he's willing to give up his dreams if going onstage means worrying his well-meaning, redneck dad. Kurt's bravery and pride in who he is are so extraordinary as to turn high school on its head and make the football team dance to "Single Ladies" to win a game.
Sample Post:
Alright, stop. What's your name? Brains? I'm pretty sure you just made that up, but sure, let's roll with that. Brains, I enjoy makeovers. You could say I know makeovers well, having been introduced to the concept through the glorious show Extreme Makeover at the tender age of nine. In the interest of not coming up short when I got the chance to give a makeover myself, I have done extensive research on hair, make up and clothing tips by reading Vogue back to back for several years. To put it in teenage slang parlance, me and makeovers? Are tight like this.
Others might take a look at you and give up, but not me. I am fully committed to improving your outward appearance; though you'll have to fix your unduly affectionate tendencies and uncalled-for moaning yourself. Just so you know, neither of those are things you want to keep doing in polite society. So if you smell like a locker room after practice that had its way with my elderly aunt's car and then rolled in the rotten remains of yesterday's lunch, I will just have to take desperate measures. Hm. I wonder if applying heavy-duty bleach directly to your skin would disinfect those boils or make them worse.
But enough about you! Let's talk about me. I have to say, when I heard about the casting call for Camp Eye for the Dead-Looking Guy, I'd thought they meant camp as in Hairspray, rather than an actual camp with cabins and showers and canoes. They did get the dead part right, though. This place is deader than Lima. And I'm not saying that because there isn't a mall as far as the eye can see or because the security guard at the entrance scratched his head when I mentioned that I'd gotten my Dolce and Gabbana shoes dirty in the mud, like he'd never heard of the label before. It's because after he did, a large section of his cranium came off! Really! Survival horror isn't my chosen genre, but I'm not going to let the undeniable fact that I look better in a unitard than this camp-issued track suit deter me. If Paris Hilton pulled it off in The Simple Life: Goes to Camp, I'm not going to be upstaged. For one thing, I've already gotten over the obligatory alcohol addiction and I still have five years until I'm legally allowed to drink. It's on, Paris.
Right. Where were we? Oh, your skin. I think I have found just what you need. It says Tuesday Soup on the can, but there's no way it could actually be food. I tested it earlier. Do you have a quarter? Thanks, now stand back. We drop it here and we pretend not to hear the sudden Latin chants -- and voilà! Just like new! Now, lie back and think of Beyoncé. I'm going to give you a facial.
(( VOTES 51 IN 1 OUT, 98.1%. WHAT IS THIS STRANGE FEELING ))
Series: Glee
Character Age: 16.
Canon: From the top! Glee is the mixed-genre series about a high school glee (show choir) club in Lima, Ohio. Though it used to rule the school, Glee club has taken a huge nosedive in popularity at McKinley High and is currently the home of all unpopular teenaged misfits. Bullying is a regular occurrence for the five original members, who go through the day taking iced drinks to the face or being locked in Porta Potties by the top dogs at school. At times farce, at times parody or drama, and always a musical, Glee pokes fun at stereotypes with varying levels of success.
Kurt Hummel fills the flamboyant gay niche. He enjoys skin care, haute couture that no high school student could rightfully afford, makeovers, which are, and I quote, "like crack" to him, and taping himself dancing to Beyoncé. Kurt copes with getting tossed into dumpsters on a regular basis by telling himself he's superior to all of his peers, save for a few friends. (There was that Special Episode where he coped by getting drunk, but he got better.) Kurt possesses a great vocabulary and a flair for the dramatic -- skills that are highly useful when tearing down enemies and rivals. Yet Kurt is more than good hair, wit and Broadway musicals; he's willing to give up his dreams if going onstage means worrying his well-meaning, redneck dad. Kurt's bravery and pride in who he is are so extraordinary as to turn high school on its head and make the football team dance to "Single Ladies" to win a game.
Sample Post:
Alright, stop. What's your name? Brains? I'm pretty sure you just made that up, but sure, let's roll with that. Brains, I enjoy makeovers. You could say I know makeovers well, having been introduced to the concept through the glorious show Extreme Makeover at the tender age of nine. In the interest of not coming up short when I got the chance to give a makeover myself, I have done extensive research on hair, make up and clothing tips by reading Vogue back to back for several years. To put it in teenage slang parlance, me and makeovers? Are tight like this.
Others might take a look at you and give up, but not me. I am fully committed to improving your outward appearance; though you'll have to fix your unduly affectionate tendencies and uncalled-for moaning yourself. Just so you know, neither of those are things you want to keep doing in polite society. So if you smell like a locker room after practice that had its way with my elderly aunt's car and then rolled in the rotten remains of yesterday's lunch, I will just have to take desperate measures. Hm. I wonder if applying heavy-duty bleach directly to your skin would disinfect those boils or make them worse.
But enough about you! Let's talk about me. I have to say, when I heard about the casting call for Camp Eye for the Dead-Looking Guy, I'd thought they meant camp as in Hairspray, rather than an actual camp with cabins and showers and canoes. They did get the dead part right, though. This place is deader than Lima. And I'm not saying that because there isn't a mall as far as the eye can see or because the security guard at the entrance scratched his head when I mentioned that I'd gotten my Dolce and Gabbana shoes dirty in the mud, like he'd never heard of the label before. It's because after he did, a large section of his cranium came off! Really! Survival horror isn't my chosen genre, but I'm not going to let the undeniable fact that I look better in a unitard than this camp-issued track suit deter me. If Paris Hilton pulled it off in The Simple Life: Goes to Camp, I'm not going to be upstaged. For one thing, I've already gotten over the obligatory alcohol addiction and I still have five years until I'm legally allowed to drink. It's on, Paris.
Right. Where were we? Oh, your skin. I think I have found just what you need. It says Tuesday Soup on the can, but there's no way it could actually be food. I tested it earlier. Do you have a quarter? Thanks, now stand back. We drop it here and we pretend not to hear the sudden Latin chants -- and voilà! Just like new! Now, lie back and think of Beyoncé. I'm going to give you a facial.
(( VOTES 51 IN 1 OUT, 98.1%. WHAT IS THIS STRANGE FEELING ))