I understand what you are trying to do, American Idol. You’re trying to do what anything on the edge of being irrelevant tries to do when they see the black hole coming – throw all the tricks to keep oblivion at bay.
Not that I ever watched American Idol. I don’t think I’ve watched a single episode in it’s enitirity. I’ve stayed away from America’s Got Talent, dropped So You Think You Can Dance after two seasons (they only had me because of my years at the little dance school on the corner), and a few days ago, only made it five minutes into Live to Dance without turning back to hockey.
That withstanding, I was getting dressed for work one recent morning when another American Idol commercial came on, the topic of which was along the hackneyed line of dreams coming true.
But wait. Who said singers are the only people with dreams of something more? Where did it become that singers, dancers, fashion designers, cooks and hair stylists were the only ones that had dreams that deserved fulfilling?
What about the millions of use who are tone deaf, have bum knees, can’t sew, can’t make anything involving something as fancy as to include cream freche, and would probably nip an ear if we tried to cut someone’s hair? Do we not have dreams that deserve fulfilling?
Now I’m not saying that we need an America’s Next Top Accountant, because that, along with many other things, would be bad TV. And I’m not saying everyone’s dreams can and should be fulfilled. No matter the number of self-help books we buy, inspirational Twitter accounts we follow, and kick-in-the-seat quote of the day calendars we keep on our desk, not everyone will find their dreams fulfilled.
I don’t think I’m saying anything but gosh, doesn’t it sometimes seem like singers are the only people that can be plucked from obscurity, put on television, and made famous?
