Mr. Schue shouts out above the generalized nonsense that they are not doing Britney Spears this week, and that's final. Kurt, for whatever reason, explodes at this, and all but shrieks, "You are letting your own personal issues get in the way of something that we are all telling you we really want to do! I mean, this club regularly pays tribute to pop culture, and Britney Spears is pop culture! To suggest otherwise is heretical!" When Mr. Schue interrupts Kurt's tirade to snap at the precious adolescent queen, the precious adolescent queen snaps back, "Jeez, let loose a little, would you? Stop being so frigging uptight all the time!" Oh, Kurt. You sort of had me with that first bit, and then you totally lost me when you slapped Mr. Schue across the teeth with his personal Theme Of The Week. I'm afraid it's detention for you, young man. Mr. Schue is of much the same mind as yours truly and orders Kurt to The Lair Of The Maharishi. Kurt defiantly stands to leave and...dude! Is he wearing a pleated skirt? Over leggings? Even Marc Jacobs is, like, "Honey. Stop."

There follows a ridiculous scene in which Will visits Hot Carl's office for a check-up, and Hot Carl beats on Will's Personal Theme Of The Week by advising him to loosen up a little bit, and Hot Carl tells this boring story about how he realized he was in a rut, so he bought a new Corvette for himself, and we can already tell that near-penniless Will's going to be driving a Corvette of his very own the next time we see him even though he'd never be able to secure the financing for one given his salary and this economy, and can I skip ahead to the next scene already?