American Idol will always get things exactly wrong, now and forever.
Like a big, glittery fire hose, Idol blasted a whole bunch of new faces, ideas, and concepts into our living rooms.
La’Porsha Renae or Trent Harmon?
It will be a crime if La’Porsha doesn’t win this thing.
These kids don’t really have to stretch the way they used to.
I don’t feel an emotional connection yet. I’m not in love, guys.
The FAREWELL SEASON is so screwy.
Avalon makes it through to the top eight. My faith in America is restored, at least until the next Trump rally.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally have our top ten.
I truly have no idea how this works.
This duets night is killing some of my faves.
Idol, you’re weird.
If you’re heading to Hollywood, be sure to wear kerchiefs in your hair.
The judges choose who makes it past the top 24. Not you. Not yet.
I am Team Johnson. Or Team Blosil. Or maybe Team Bourg.
Harry and I are fighting.
Who will survive the latest installment of this “Hollywood Week” horror franchise?
There is joy, there are tears, there are mothers.
Yes, that’s a real quote from an actual person.
A “farewell” season isn’t necessarily the same as a “final” season.