Forget Ross and Rachel. (Who, right?)

The newest couple to root for is Finn and Rachel.  Will they or won’t they?  And why do we even care?

For every jock , head cheerleader, band geek, and computer nerd out there-  there lives an insecure inner child who wonders if they are good enough, smart enough, pretty enough or popular enough.  And we all can feel and relive their wounds and hurts of adolescent angst.  But instead of a Morrissey sound track to accompany the acned face of misunderstood youth, Glee’s blemish free stars sing their anthems through the musical stylings of a show choir on Broadway.

If you love music and love high school but not in the  sugary sweet Disney-high-school-musical way, you will love Glee.  There is definitely someone for everyone to relate to on this show.  Clichéd closeted gay jock, pretty and slutty cheerleaders, the sassy black chick, the kid in the wheel chair, the girl with two dads, the dad who died in war, the bully, the Asian kid, the openly gay kid – is there any stereotype that’s not represented in this show?  Yet, somehow the campiness works.  I’m a Gleek.  I get it.  We all like to root for the underdog.  We like to prove society now has acceptance for those who are different.  We all feel like we are all different.  And we are all looking to belong.

No character is more appealing to root against than the mean spirited with a tiny heart of gold Sue Sylvester, played by Emmy award winning perfection Jane Lynch.

Her one-liners will become a drinking game some day- if not already in the works. She is the woman we love to hate but also want to friend.  Her admission of being single-handly responsible for Mai Lai incident in Vietnam during the Christmas episode was understatedly clever and telling.

Former, current and future outcasts can unite through song on Glee.  It is the MUST watch show of the new year.   Will Finn and Rachel reunite again after Rachel’s betrayal with Puck, Finn’s bad-boy frenemy?  Will Arnie ever walk?   Will Emma and Mr. Schu ever get a chance at romance?  And what ever happened to the baby?  All these questions that we will stay tuned to have answered.

It seems as if formerly (or currently?) socially awkward Hollywood writers are getting revenge at their childhood tormenters through the visual representations of their revisionist memory of their personal high school experience through this show.  Did someone get stood up for the prom?  Or did someone get one too many boys bathroom swirlies?  Aaawww; so sad.  Either way, the writers’ not so repressed childhood pain becomes our entertainment.