Look kids, I love Glee. Think it's the cat's pajamas.
And I'm all about "love yourself/yay self-esteem" messages.
But last night's episode was crap. Not just the too-long songs, not just the incredibly slow pace. Not even the I've-got-to-hide-my-face-behind-my-laptop-I'm-so-uncomfortable-for-Kurt-right-now serenade to Finn.
Look -- teenage girls doing the Master Cleanse? Bad.
Telling an obviously overweight teenage girl she needs to lose ten pounds?
Not out of line. (Though a week deadline is amusingly ridiculous, and the fact that Mercedes ended up gaining two pounds after following the cheerleaders' "starve yourself" advice was totally accurate, which I appreciated.)
Why do we have this myth that there's a fine line between eating disorders and self-esteem? There isn't. There is a big, big, big line. Mercedes shouldn't have been starving herself, but she should have been following her own advice from the lunchroom -- chicken breast and a side salad is healthy. Yes, I'm glad you love yourself and all, though I would have appreciated you not singing "Beautiful" to do it (hate, hate, hate that song), but don't you realize there's something equally unacceptable about telling someone who IS overweight, "Don't worry about it, as long as you love yourself, that's all that counts"??
It is what's on the inside the counts, but you have to take care of the package while you're at it. Quinn's advice in the nurse's office was clearly the best--when you realize that food is supposed to take care of you, you start having a better relationship with it. Yet the whole "take care of yourself and be healthy" message was completely obliterated by "don't let anyone else tell you there's something wrong with you, because self-esteem is more important than adult-onset diabetes."