Full disclosure: I started writing this back in August, when
I first watched the season. I was so
frustrated by the end of my Netflix sessions with the season, that I abandoned
the review to focus on anything else. I
also hit kind of a writers-lull, so I didn’t get around to starting this thing
again, until I begrudgedly re-watched the season last month. Basically, what it had boiled down to was
that I finished watching the latest seasons of “Archer” and “Parks & Rec”
and thought I’d give this season another shot.
The second time was not the charm.
This show started off with so much promise. Then it kind of veered off into
lacklusterness late in the first season.
By the time the second season took off, it was clear the writers had an
agenda and used kids as their pawns – like any good liberal would. This season isn’t worse than the second, but
it’s no better. The show isn’t as
agenda-driven, but it’s kind of descended into irrelevance. Plus, for a show aimed at teens or younger,
it’s very dirty and features themes totally inappropriate for kids not yet old
enough to understand them. Granted,
they’re being brainwashed this crap every day in internment camps, er, um,
public schools. But what started as a
relatively smart show with good music, has devolved into after-school specials
on losing your virginity, learning Spanish to benefit your future,
bullying-induced suicide prevention, teenage marriage, texting while driving,
devaluing Christianity, and transgender promotion.
I’m pretty sure that I continue to watch the show because of
three possible scenarios:
- I’m a masochist.
- It’s such a train-wreck
that I just have to watch.
- I’m in love with Santana
and Rachel.
You be the judge. (After the jump...)
