Okay. Wait. Nosferatu sang and inspired memorable prose, but now, oh, now! Oh, joy! Sanjaya von Daintystein, who has no business still being in this competition and is only living on the life support supplied by the trembling fingers of the horny, overcome tweener vote — (girls and boys, I imagine) — is singing “You Really Got Me” and the camera is going extreme close-up on the sobbing face of some pigtailed, brace-faced 12-year-old girl. Sanjaya is, literally, the prettiest boy I think I’ve ever seen and all the world’s most beautiful teeth sparkle in his mouth, which is very nice for him, and he’s trying so hard to be edgy with this song, but why do I feel like I just walked in on a naughty spaniel puppy ripping up the couch cushions?
And, Sobbing Tweener Girl? Uhm, I think von Daintystein just might be …. gay. But, sob away, honey. Who am I to steal your adolescent hysteria away from you? Just a dried-up bitter old biddy, that’s who.
He reminds me of Michael Jackson in a way – b/c the creep factor is definitely there. I feel like I’m looking at a train wreck.
I know — he’s so pretty and just plain uncomfortable with his prettiness, with his whole being. I mean, he’s very young (probably too young to be in this competition, in my opinion) and it’s just painful to watch how bad he is and know that all these little girls are ones prolonging the agony — for him and all of us.