But the best part wins, so it’s all good.

This is American Idol.

Where I must ask you…in what world is Blake in the Bottom Three while Phil is still in the race? And in what world is he in the top four? I don’t care how well he sang that song. LaKiki, I can kinda understand. But in MY world, it would have been Sanjaya, Chris, and Phil on one side of the stage, with LaKiki a swing 4th place between the two groups.

Also…this just in. How cute is Martina’s daughter? Very.

So, once we get past the shock of the groupings (and waste a lot of time wondering how Jordin ended up in the bottom three when it turns out she didn’t) they finally, FINALLY, get it right and announce the end of Sanjaya’s Reign of Terrifying Hair.

Of course, what makes no sense is that when he lost it during his hour long hug with LaKiki (and really, who better to get a consoling hug from, huh?) and then sang with tears still lingering in his ridiculously long lashes…yeah, I felt sorry for him. Sure, they may have been tears of shock from a kid who’d begun to feel pretty entitled, but I chose to think they were tears from a seventeen year old kid who has been put through an emotional wringer the likes of which few of us can even begin to decipher, much less understand. I thought his sing out went pretty well, considering how emotional he was. Awwww. We’re sorry, Sanjaya. Really we are. Just not sorry you’re done. See ya on tour!

Next week? The Idol Gives Back two night special with a roster of guests too long to type. Okay, too long to even remember. I’m sure it’s going to be swell!

And lastly, don’t forget, this is the final day to enter this week’s contest to win an advance copy of my upcoming August book. See Monday’s post for all the details.

Happy TGIF-eve!

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