So, I finally watched American Idol last night.
And I voted.
My journey to the Dark Side is complete.
I had resisted hopping on the AI bandwagon for six seasons, for all kinds of reasons—one of which, quite frankly, was pride. I admit, it was kind of cool to be the only one in the room who could say, “American Idol? Never watch it.” But apparently, like the Borg, resistance is futile.
I confess, I also resisted watching because the show scared me a little. When I happened to flip by it (or see one of FOX’s relentless promotions for it!), I got a little queasy. Leopard Man? Taylor Hicks? Really?
So you might be wondering what changed my mind. Peer pressure, pure and simple. Lots of people I know and genuinely like and respect all watch American Idol. And they don’t just watch it—they watch it with passion and opinions and predictions. They vote over and over and over again. Some of them text message and call each other during the broadcast to compare performances.