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Published on July 13, 2004 By Teegstar In Entertainment
I greet you all tonight with a sheepish grin and some self-conscious sideways glances. I can't say I'm proud, but at least I admit it. I love Australian Idol.

It's like those days at school when you would whisper furtively to your best friend behind the toilet blocks the name of the boy you secretly had a crush on. Of course she would "cross her heart, hope to die, stick a needle in her eye" that she wouldn't tell anyone but somehow the secret would get out and then the whole grade would be chanting how you and your dream boy were sitting in a tree doing things unspeakable (or even just k-i-s-s-i-n-g). Now it's the whole world, or at least the readership of this humble slice of electronic space chanting "Tegan loves Australian Idol, Tegan loves Australian Idol!"

But I do! I love it! Dicko's snide comments, Marcia's pitying gazes, even Mark's unfathomable idiocy. The performances so embarrassing you bite your lip to stop from laughing even though the hopeless performer is thousands of kilometres away and the performance is months past. Then the fantastic performers, the voices almost too good to be true, and the musical genius that a noble few out there posess. Most of all I love the hosts (especially James Mathison, who I have a weird crush-hate relationship with which I am considering seeking counselling for) more for their off-the-cuff quips and boyish antics than the scripted repartee they are obliged to quote but I am willing to forgive them for.

So there you have it. I'm out of the closet, and a timely coming-out it is, considering the second season of Australian Idol started again tonight. (yes, you guessed it, this blog was at least partially inspired by the show that just ended) Readers are warned to be prepared for future blogs alluding to Australian Idol episodes, especially on those nights I forget to take my anti-loser meds.

Am I not pretty enough,

Teegs

Comments
on Jul 13, 2004
I never got to watch Australian Idol as I was living in a house which had no TV (great idea to start with as we thought we'd listen to more music and read more, but alas we spent a lot more time and money at the pub across the road) I did watch popstars though. And I loved it. I loved it so much that I actually turned down invitations to go out so that I could watch it. The show was a steaming pile of crap and I enjoyed every odiforous whiff. I know exactly where you're coming from. Admitting that you like these shows feels as though you may as well tattoo 'LOSER' on your forehead. Perhaps even have the mirror image tattooed on so that everytime you see your reflection you have a strong reminder of your own sadness.

But the thing is you realise that it is embarrassing to like these shows (and don't care all the same, which rocks!). Over here in the UK, people actually get emotionally involved in all this stuff. When Pop Idol came to the final and a VERY large lady called Michelle McManus won against a much better male singer (I hate to say it, she got the sympathy vote) people were distraught! There were kilometres of column space devoted to the 'scandal' in all the papers - even the reputable ones. I couldn't believe it!

So enjoy you guilty pleasure. You can rest in the comforting knowledge that there are people out there who actually let their very happiness be determined by the outcomes of these shows.

Rock on!

Suz xxx
on Jul 13, 2004
thanks suz, i feel much better now

and that whole backwards RESOL tattoo idea isn't such a bad one... i'm surprised i haven't thought of that sooner!
on Jul 13, 2004
I'm glad you like it! I shall be going to my nearest epidermis/ink technologist to have it sorted today. And if we suddenly become cool again, we can grow a fringe!
on Jul 13, 2004
The first step in overcoming a problem is to admit that you have one. I'm glad you are considering seeking professional counselling as I believe it is the best way to overcome an ailment such as this.

Am I not pretty enough,


"Some people have a southern accent, and those are hot. Tegan is a severe hottie."