It happened one night. The Rachel Zoe Project was no longer showing on my Tuesday night television lineup, and I had nothing to turn to. So I followed the crowd, and gave Glee a shot. It was never an issue of conformity. Nor did I ever doubt the brilliance of the concept for the show. It was more the fear of disappointment. Through the years I have found my humor seems to differ from the majority. In terms of pop culture that is. Most movies that my peers find HA-larious, I just find, well...stupid. If I were to judge a book by its cover, which I did in this instance, Glee looked to be like all the other disappointments. By giving in to a weak Tuesday night television lineup though I was admittedly entertained by the show. Laughs were released at all the right jokes, and the head bobbed too all the appropriate beats (or tried to at least-my rhythm is a bit off). Yes, Glee checks out okay after all. It's a great platform to promote the arts, and music appreciation. Personally I'm hoping for a Frank Sinatra episode in the near future, top hats and all. So by all means be a Gleek. It's decidedly funny.