Feeling Good

Last night was another completely absurd night on American Idol as the theme was "Rat Pack Standards" (way to pick a genre that has no women in it, AI!) and the professional mentor was Jaime Foxx. And, as every week, Adam Lambert came out and gave a spectacular middle finger to the show's preposterous, self-important wankery. I couldn't have loved this any more if he'd just walked out and took a crap on the stage and said, "lol your tiny little talent competition."

As usual, I don't think you have to love his performance to appreciate his ability to crush AI in his evil wee hands. He really camped it up this week, which, in the midst of such a frequently small-minded, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic show, really amounts to a sort of confident swagger that I can't help but shamelessly adore. I often watch the show to hate it: Adam Lambert makes he watch the show to love him.

Simon: I love Randy talking about you being theatrical. It's like complaining that a cow moos. … I'll tell you what I love about this competition this year, is that normally every year we have people bleating on about how winning isn't important, et cetera, et cetera, but winning is important. And what I get from you … is the feeling that you want to win, and you want to prove a point every week and you want to entertain.

Adam nods sagely.

Simon is totally one of those people who only really respects people after they've told him to go to hell. And Adam is happy to oblige him week after week.