I described the Christmas Special as the Downton Abbey Capers. it was so hilariously awful.

Paul Giamatti always gives me a child molester vibe, but he didn't creep me out in the Christmas Special, which surprised me. But I also didn't pay attention that much because by the time the special came around I was so bored by the season that preceded it.

One could only wish.

I'll have to check that out. I didn't mean to imply that the show should have a homophobic lynch mob or anything, because I understand that some people just don't care about those sorts of things. (I quite liked Mrs. Patmore attitude about it all.) But it just seems that the show wants to set up these grand conflicts…

My biggest problem with Downton Abbey is that it shows stories of early 20th century problems through a progressive 21st century lens. The show alludes to racism and anti-gay sentiment, but the characters are all somewhat unrealistically accepting. So the dramatic conflict is glossed over.

Well that was different.

The one guy with superpowers sure is a whiny bitch about it.

God, I really want to know what the hell his storyline was that was cut. Poor guy. They made such a big deal about casting him, and then it was like, "Oh, hey, Matthew Fox! How are you doing? Wut? Oh, never mind. Bye!"

The devastation and aftermath was horrific, almost too horrific. I found it almost impossible to watch all the way through.

A lot: http://thehairpin.com/2011/…

Since Glee's plotline is currently tied up in the spring that never ends, they are saying that this was a "lost" episode from Season 4, even though it really was a frantic recognition that their already wonky show timeline wouldn't allow them to sell Christmas songs on iTunes this year.

Yeah, everyone's murdering helium. It's a real problem.

I was so, so scared the show was going to go there and make Kurt, Santana, Santa, and Rachel have a foursome. But horny Kurt was satisfying, as was Santa(na). But "Love Child" was so horrible inappropriate and wrong and tacky and so god damn offensive, and I'm not typically offended by such things.

Yes, congratulations Glee for ignoring how improbably young Santana would be in order to make a dated and obvious lesbian joke. I love this joke so much I want to call U-Haul and buy it a pair of Birkenstocks.

I typically cry during this movie, but the last time I watched it, I teared up during his scene when he tells his manager that he loved him. That had never happened before. It's interesting to see which stories you connect to as the year's progress.

It's really jarring.

The movie is admittedly more difficult to watch knowing Liam Neeson's actual wife died.

Try as they might, feminists will not ruin this movie for me. I love it so fucking much.

Really? I was thinking that the dancing was very mediocre for all the fan-wanking of Fred Astaire that came before it. He can do better.

Did they do a puppet episode of Glee as counter-programming to the Lady Gaga muppet special, because there are only so many homosexuals in the world to watch television on Thanksgiving night? Also, I think I'm gay for Adam Lambert. Fuck this show.