my mother is a bad influence on me

I Want Candy: a series of random blogs on pop culture

Oh poo poo poo--ba-aad news.

Okay, this isn't easy for me to admit. I feel a little ashamed. As a matter of fact, I'm going to change my font to smallest once I finally get prepared to write this but

I like American Idol.

I spent years in Maine, sans cable, immune to its cloying grip. But my mom watches it every week and even though she's not home tonight, I've put it on to watch it. I'm going Freudian and blaming Mummy.

Oh, god, how did this happen? I used to be too cool. I used to be too independent. I used to be immune to pop culture. (Though, admittedly, I never abandoned General Hospital.) I mean, I watch Charlie Rose. I listen to NPR. I'm supposed to be too hippish-ly snobby for this.

It's worse. I even have a favorite. Yeah, listen to this thought I had:

Though Melinda is a good singer, I'm sick of the humble thing. Also, she isn't as fun to watch compete. She's got it too much "in the bag" to have it in the bag. Plus, as Danielle pointed out, she's not someone the kiddles can dig. She appeals to the older Idol watchers. The ones who listen to soft rock stations like Magic 106.7, or John Tesh's national program.

My fav? Certainly it wasn't that freakin' kid with the hair. Yes, I know his name but I refuse to have it come up in a search of my blog.

The one I think who has the potential to be the compelling, all-ages appealing idol is Little Miss Sunshine herself, Jordin Sparks. She's, like, 5 years old and has the voice of a sirr-eee-ussss Diva. Plus she's young enough to appeal to the teeny boppers, like that hair kid did, but has the talent that people who actually care about being entertained by an entertainer with a nice voice can enjoy.

Oh, no. What is wrong with me??!! How can I follow up the last post about all my fav alt rockers coming out with LPs next month with a blog about freakin' American Idle. How?

Whatev. I liked the Spice Girls, too. And I grew up being in love with Michael Jackson. It was only a matter of time.

Oo, g/g. Jordin's up.