I've been trading posts with Dr. Mary Johnson about American Idol, and I confess it's one of my guilty pleasures. Actually, once the season gets going it's not so guilty, since it is a showcase for some genuine talent and great performances (not in the PBS vein), and it's fairly family-friendly too. But the early "audition round" shows have been more of a freaks-and-geeks spectacle, bordering on mean-spirited. Last night's show in Seattle was fairly over-the-top even by Idol standards, and host Ryan Seacrest remarked as much. Unfortunately, it also offered a chance for my inner evil doctor--um, Dr. Evil?--to emerge and make off-the-cuff assessments.
That very tall woman, 6'4" (6'7" in heels), with a really nice voice...disqualified from the Air Force due to a heart condition...long spindly fingers...almost certainly Marfan's.
The guy at the end..."Big Red"...odd affect and speech...schizotypal personality disorder?
The dark-haired guy with delusions of N'Sync grandeur, who Simon thought looked like a lemur...well, ya got me there.
Oh, great. Now I feel doubly guilty about watching the show.