So they cast whatever was making those faces into a herd of pigs, and then Randy's like, "I kind of thought you wouldn't suck this week, but you've destroyed that hope pretty much. Paula?" Paula's like, "Did I mention? Green is a good color for you. Simon?" Simon's like, "You guys are being dicks. Tell her what you really think." Paula's too fast for that one, though: "Don't you want to know what Simon thinks?" Simon's like, "You have great legs." Nobody's saying anything because if they're cagey enough and leave enough of it subtle, they can take out Gina easily. Syndrome is that white ball and Gina is the eight ball and their silence is the cue. Bonk! Watch.

They're like, "It was kind of like a beauty pageant. In theory, you should be able to sing boring music like this. You were standing on a stage singing, and then you moved around and continued to sing. You are female, under thirty, and you are wearing green. The square of the hypotenuse is the sum of the squares of the other two sides. Brandon Flowers is the Bob Dylan of our generation. Friday Night Lights is the best show on television. The dominant gay paradigm of the Baby Boomer generation can be found between the lines of The Wizard Of Oz: a faceless, looming father figure requires you to retrieve the 'broomstick' of masculinity from an overbearing, succubus mother figure before he will grant you your heart's desire: to be whole again, to have a home. This, combined with the general self-involvement of the first generation reared on TV, has convinced the men of today that this paradigm is a constant, when in fact the true gay experience today is more closely reflected in television shows like Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, Six Feet Under, or Doctor Who: a fictional world in which the Father archetype has absented itself from the scene altogether, leaving a malleable world in which the discovery and mastery of personal power, and not a rigid anima-destroying quest, are the keys to the kingdom. The young gay men of the current generation know they've already got the 'broomstick': they've had it all along. More importantly, they know they don't have to kill anybody to get it. Nothing inside must die for us to be healed. The reason that the seeming breakdown of the illusory and temporary modern nuclear family coincides with women's rights, minority rights, and the gay cultural insurgence of the last fifty years is precisely because it puts a halt to the received wisdom of previous generations, allowing personal desire to come to the fore and present itself genuinely, rather than as pathology. The absent father contributes to his child's homosexuality in only one way: through the freedom his absence connotes, in the breakage between generations of male fear and anger, the child is able to discover his gender and sexuality on his own terms, rather than repressing it his entire life and spending that life in a horrible, shadowy, half-authentic haze. Drinking, marrying his mother, trying desperately to become his father, instead of becoming a man. But since the desperate, typical, broken 'men' of the last generation are still in control, we'll keep singing those same old lounge hits the same old way, hating and fearing ourselves and our bodies and each other, letting you twist our innocence into leather daddies raining down spit and degradation on us in dirty rooms, and calling this love, until the dead weight of you is off our backs forever." Ryan holds Haley's hand and half-heartedly wishes her luck. After the break, LaKisha, who is dressed as a four-poster bed.