S10E23: Clearly the Casey save shook some folks up because last night, Ryan Seacrest overzealously touted the fact the 55 million votes to determine last night’s results were an Idol record and nearly double last week’s number of votes. He also noted that Casey received a generous portion of those 55 million votes. Okay, that is kind of remarkable and I want some of these folks to win as much as the rest of you, but it’s not like we doubled the number of voters for like, a real election. Just sayin’.
Last night, those votes placed Naima Adedapo, Thia Megia, and Paul McDonald in the bottom three. But before we get to the results, one of the things I always find so strange about Idol results shows is that they put three folks on the chopping block, tell them they’re this close to having their dreams cut short and they sit them down in these tiny, plastic stools away from the other contestants and then make them sit through some over-the-top performance from some already successful artists who in many cases, don’t have nearly as much raw talent as they do. It’s just cruel. And last night was no different; in fact, they had to sit through a spectacularly bad performance from Jamie Fox and Wil.I.Am. All I can gather is that there were girls dressed like slutty, Las Vegas parrots, Fox and Wil.I.Am were singing some song that clearly didn’t go with the musical accompaniment, and the lyrics that mostly consisted of “I like to party (Cah-caaaw!)” – yeah, those are parrot sounds – made Rebecca Black’s widely mocked “Friday” look like a revelation.
After shoving that gratuitous performance in the losers faces (and down our unwilling throats), practically screaming “See, once you’re successful it won’t even matter if you’re good at anything, but you’re getting eliminated, SUCKERS,” Ryan announced that Paul was safe and that the two ladies, Thia and Naima, would be packing their things and heading on home.
As much as I like them, Thia and Naima deserved to the next ones to go home, though I am sad to see them go. Paul probably deserves to go home as well, but I adore him even if he doesn’t really belong here because he should be off writing his own little ditties and charming legions of indie girls somewhere. I’m not gonna lie, I did one of those lame fist pumps that should only be reserved for football and basketball games or really intense tennis matches when they said he was safe. Maybe he’ll step it up next week, but it’s looking like he’s not as beloved as the rest of the group and that means I may soon have to shed a tear (in theory — I wouldn’t actually cry over Idol) for Paul’s raspy voice and his little white blazer covered in red roses or carnations or whatever those things are.
