Sanjaya Is Love
I was moved to tears at Sanjaya's ousting tonight. I'm not sad he's leaving; I kind of figured as much. When Chris started talking about Virgina, I knew that would draw attention and votes away from him.
No, I was moved by that kid's spirit. He was this season's zonk and he took it in stride. He embraced the phenomenon, even though it was at his expense. He pulled through it with a laugh, a smile, and some serious eye moves that would make Constantine proud. Well played.
Good-bye, Sanjaya. I hope you and Celine Dion can someday co-host a talk show.
Besame Mucho.
Labels: American Idol, Music, Sanjaya Malakar
6 Comments:
It was so much fun talking about how much Sanjaya deserved to be kicked off. But now that he's gone, what the hell am I gonna talk about?
Ay, there's the rub.
Thursday, April 19, 2007 12:19:00 AM
Good post Flannery, I feel the same.
Thursday, April 19, 2007 12:50:00 AM
Talk about the rubbing.
Thursday, April 19, 2007 5:32:00 AM
Ahhh... English, my Mother Tongue, as a 2nd language....
Thursday, April 19, 2007 7:20:00 AM
Beckeye: It's such a let-down, now that Sanjaya's gone. And, no one can replace him. sigh
Elizabeth: thanks!
Dale: Are you trying to generate friction?
Big Orange: There will always be a part of me that you don't get if you refuse to participate in pop culture.
Thursday, April 19, 2007 12:55:00 PM
Science friction. What?
Saturday, April 21, 2007 12:12:00 AM
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