Sunday, 23 January 2011
03:46:59 AM (GMT)
An English assignment that we had to talk about something in the media that is
important to us was the spark that lit the flame for this. I wish I could have
handed this version in, but the writing technique is not as good, and it needed
personal pronouns to get the point across passionately, which are not allowed.
I love the show Glee. It's my favourite show and I watch it every week. In my
opinion, it's a very important show for high school students to see, but the element
I see; the one single aspect that makes this show something I can identify with is
apparently not noticed by the majority of its legions of fans. The purpose of Glee,
as far as I can see, is to show that there are two sides to every story. However,
that really isn't working as well as it ought to. It's easy to see the struggles of
Rachel Berry, the mistreated, misunderstood, and (not surprisingly) bitchy shining
star. It's easy to see the struggles of Artie Abrams, the cripple. And of course
everyone feels for Mercedes Jones, the fat black girl, and Kurt Hummel, the gay dude.
Naturally. However (the pregnancy aside of course), I know of very few people whose
hearts genuinely go out to the Quinn Fabrays of the world, simply because they cannot
relate to her. They cannot relate to her because she is better than they are. Plain
This really infuriates me because, aside from the fact that she is an ideal role
model for young girls, Quinn is the only character on the show who has really seen
any sort of trouble. Okay, so Kurt got pushed around by a bigger guy whose only real
issue was coming to terms with his own sexuality. Big deal. He ran away from his
problems anyway, like a little crying baby. Quinn faced her problem - her
REAL problem - head on, even without the support of her family. The Quinn
Fabrays of the world have been enduring more pressure and more struggles than any
other teenager, and we are always slighted. Our struggles are always diminished by
the other people because they cannot handle the fact that we have overcome them.
Even the writers of Glee, who I'm guessing were the Arties and Kurts of their high
school, make Quinn out to be some evil bitch half the time. Well, if anyone has a
right to such an attitude, it's her. After all, she's been through more hell than
any of the other losers on the show.
This is the way life works: the higher you climb, the farther you have to fall.
The more people you impress, the more people you have to disappoint. The more you
achieve, the more you have to lose. So the higher you climb, the more people you
impress, and the more you achieve, the harder your life gets. And yet, the less
people respect you. In fact, they hate you. For no reason at all.
Quinn Fabray is a cheerleader who made a mistake. If I could say one thing to all
the cheerleaders who made a mistake; all the football players who can't be blamed for
the fact that they didn't fall in love with every pathetic stalker; all the track
stars who have to care more about training and conditioning than their friends; all
the students on the Honour Society who are judged for no reason; it would be this:
The dance who gets to school late every Friday morning because she's been training
and yet still holds a 91% average, and who has a perfect body not because God made
her that way but because she works out every day, and who can never go anywhere on
weekends wants you to know that you are beautiful. You are going places. You are
special, not because of a birth right or because of money or anything else, but
because you made yourself that way. Remember that.
It's true that the typical "popular" people are not normal, and we're the first to
admit it. Normal people's parents don't have serious weekly discussions about how
their 82 in math is severely effecting their 91 average. Normal people don't put
dedication to their sport or art, along with everything that comes with it, above
their friends and social lives. For normal people, it is easier to get better than
to get worse. When you're at the top, however, you either keep striving or make the
slow desent downwards. We're not normal, and we never will be.
On Glee, Quinn is sometimes seen as Rachel's foil. Am I the only person who has
ever wanted to smack Rachel's self-righteous, self-entitled face so freaking
hard???!!!?!?!?! Maybe instead of whining about her wasted talent, she should get
her ass on a bus to New York and audition for Broadway. If she were one of Us,
that's what she'd do.
I've felt this way for a long time, and I just recently realized that the most
popular show in the world right now, the one that is supposed to be about changing
stereotypes and making people see the other side of the story, only further enforces
the exaltation of averageness. Why is it like that? Why can't Quinn Fabray be the
main character; the star. There are not books, movies, or TV shows aimed at teens
that tell the true story of popularity. The main character is always someone
average, with nothing particularly special about them, trying to overcome alleged
"adversity." What they should be trying to do is strive to reach it. Popular people
aren't evil. We don't bite. We are actually quite nice. But we struggle, a lot
more than most. Look at it this way:
If an average kid gets a 75, it's not big deal. In fact, many of them will be
happy. If I get a 75, not only will I be disappointed in myself, but my parents will
spend the better part of twenty minutes yelling at me.
If an average kid spends their night with friends, or watching TV, or reading, or
on Facebook, there's nothing wrong with that. If I do that, I'll be feeling it in
the morning. My flexibility will have diminished ever so slightly, and my endurance
won't be as strong.
If all of those stupid, whining, "Oh my God my life is so hard" kids starts doing
drugs or cutting, well, big deal. It was to expected. God help me if I were to
start doing that. Eveyone would know in half a second, and I'd be throwing away a
sparkling future. I don't know if my parents would ever speak to me again.
If an average girl gets pregnant, she can either quietly enroll in an alternative
school until the baby is born, or quietly get an abortion. If I were to get
pregnant, I'd be like Quinn. The whole school would know within a week, and by that
point there'd be no point going to an alternative school. Not only would I be
pregnant, I'd be missing, too. Might as well face my failure then run and hide from
Having expectations to live up to automatically makes life harder than it has to
be. No one can live up to every single expectation that's placed on their shoulders,
and when we fall, it's all the worse.
I've finally decided on a really good storyline for a book. It's going to be
about twin sisters, and the impact a school shooting has on their lives. Half of the
book will be written from the point of view of a "popular" girl. I hope a lot of
people read it. Whether or not they like it... well, I guess that will depend on who
they are in the scheme of things.