American Idol

My mother loves American Idol. Like loves it. Every night whenever it comes on, nothing else matters. Drop everything and run to the television, turn on Fox, and get quiet. Cause Idol is on.

Due to the inherent nature of the program, and the way my mother reacts to it, I have trouble explaining how much I dislike American Idol.

I think the funniest part about this whole thing is what my mother does after the show. She calls her mom. And they talk about the show, the contestants, blah blah blah. The talk then proceeds to be about whatever, something random. Usually the events of the day, the way old people make every insignificant event a long drawn out boring story. And my mom insists on walking from room to room with the phone on speakerphone. Meaning she spreads the noise very loudly, and tells you to be quiet when you speak cause Grandma can hear it all.

Ugh.

Anyways,

Seacrest out.