Tom and I are sitting here catching up on tonight's Idol elimination show. I like that we can fast forward through the commercials, including the in-show Ford commercials*. I also like skipping the often horrendous group songs and some of the guest performers.
Tonight's guest performer, to my utter shock, was Iggy Pop. (Yeah, I know that Constantine Maroulis "performed"... whatever.) I love me some Iggy Pop.
But not on American Idol.
And maybe he's gone the way of Funyans. Those were some of my favorite bites of junk when I was a kid. Had them about ten years ago and realized that either the ingredients or my palate has changed. Or both.
Mr. Pop, who is almost exactly a year older than my mother, did some things tonight that made me contemplate his AARP membership.
The peepee stance. Feet out, knees in, hips to one side? And you're gonna look like you're scanning the aisles for the blue light of a restroom sign? Almost sent me to the restroom.
Or how about that Marilyn Monroe-esque rolling around on the stage? Again with the out-of-breath-how-the-hell-did-I-end-up-here-and-where's-the-restroom/whiskey/next-shot-of-something-strong look on your face.
*Seriously, winning a 20-anything Ford Focus is not a prize. It's a white elephant. White elephant gifts are not funny unless you don't "win."