Don’t cry for Sanjaya… oh, what the hell, go nuts

Mother of God, how did this drip make it to the top ten? He’s beyond sucking. He’s evil. His… hair! What’s more wrong than his coif itself is that apparently women are requesting it in salons, like they did with the “Rachel” in the mid-90s. (I heard that on Access Hollywood or something.)Something surreal happened on last night’s American Idol. It was British Invasion night, and—how à propos—there was an uncontrollably shrieking and sobbing girl in the audience. It was Beatlemania all over again. Is that meta or what?

But she wasn’t ga-ga over Blake “Beatbox” Lewis or that JT wannabe Chris Richardson, or even tubster Jack Osbourne Chris Sligh. No, she was disintegrating for Sanjaya Malakar, who was murdering the Kinks classic, “You Really Got Me.”

Her identity has been revealed: she’s 13-year-old Ashley Ferl. Now, my problem isn’t with her. I’m sure she was just really caught up in the excitement of attending a live broadcast of Idol. My problem is with the show’s producers if they think that the PoMo-ness of it all is above the heads of the entire AI audience. Because I got your joke, man, I got your joke.

Here’s the entire debacle.