I used to be a regular Glee viewer. For the first two seasons, it was possible (though not necessarily easy) for me to look past the cringe-worthy storylines and enjoy the musical sequences. But as each new episode aired, it became harder and harder to not feel angry about the one-dimensional characters and Ryan Murphy's obvious lack of ability to write for women, people of color, and people with disabilities. And honestly? With the exception of Kurt, the show's handling of queer issues has been disastrous, too.
I stopped watching Glee after seeing Season 3's episode "I Kissed a Girl," during which Santana performs Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" as if it were a song about lesbian reclamation rather than performative bisexuality for the sake of male spectators. (Don't worry, we will address Perry's song and what negative messages it sends about bisexuality later in this series!) But this episode wasn't the first time the show dropped the ball on queer representation. Season 2's episode "Blame It on the Alcohol" stands out as a prime example of Glee missing the mark on bisexuality, particularly bisexual men.
If there is a better metaphor for the corrosive spiritual effects of internalizing the dehumanizing commercial definition of "beauty" than the soul-sickened doctors of "Nip/Tuck," I haven't seen it on TV.