Everyone who reads this site knows how we feel about Adam Lambert and his weird acne skin and awful Kate Gosselin-inspired haircut. The truth is, we’d rather vote for Sanjaya to win tonight than have to see this guy on every channel/magazine cover/gossip website for the next two weeks.

Too bad we can’t be the final verdict in tonight’s American Idol finale.

It’s been a long time coming and tonight, at long last, 2009’s American Idol will be crowned. We plan on holding a moment of silence for our BF, Danny Gokey, as Ryan Seacrest no doubt drags the show into 2 hours of boring-ness before the winner is announced. We also plan on rekindling that relationship with god as we pray that Kris Allen takes the title. (He’s way cuter, no?)

What about you? Who are you voting for?

The biggest criticism people have about our generation is that we don’t fight for anything. Unlike those who stood firmly against Vietnam, racial inequality, or the lack of women’s rights, we sorta sit back and let other people fight the battles today. We are lazy. We are greedy. Yada, yada, yada.

But I disagree.

I am not lazy and I will fight battles I am passionate about. Namely: America’s love for Adam Lambert.

When Mr. Lambert first tried out for American Idol I thought he was good…. in an over-the-top “I was in every high school musical” sort of way. He had a good voice, but he was loud and obnoxious and would really only shine as the lead in some sort of off-Broadway musical dedicated to the songs of Queen. He also had a horrible haircut and a serious addiction to guy-liner.

I wasn’t surprised when they let him through, but I never thought the day would come when Simon Cowell joined the millions of screaming teenage girls falling head-over-heels in love with Adam Lambert.

And watching Cowell plead with America to vote Lambert into the final two has made me angry. So angry, in fact, that I threw a perfectly good homemade chocolate chip cookie at the TV last night. Which my roommate promptly picked up and ate. I will not sit back and watch that karaoke freak take the coveted title away from two far superior singers. I refuse to let that man ruin a perfectly classic U2 song and then be crowned America’s idol. I will not let millions of impressionable young boys get a reverse mullet and start slathering on the man makeup.

Someone has to stop this insanity and if it has to be me, then so be it. I’m officially starting an Anti Adam Lambert revolution. I may not be able to take to the streets (mostly because I’m afraid of the wrath of the tweens), but I will use the power of my iPhone (and my votes)  to end this Lambert madness. Who’s with me!?

It is never easy to go against the world and stand up for what you believe in, but this is an issue that just cannot be ignored. Down with Adam Lambert!

Ahhhh, the first episode of the season and it’s already chock full of goodies! We may not love the new judge (she’s acting all too-cool-for-school already), but last night’s episode did not disappoint.

Between that guy who was so nervous he almost passed out and you couldn’t understand a word he was singing to the bikini girl who is now all over the internet and probably loving her 15 minutes, the two-hour season premier went by way too fast. Thank God it’s on again tonight!

We usually can’t devote two straight hours to anything (class, working out….) but American Idol continues to draw us in with it’s perfect mix of talent and um, the other people. Here are a few of our faves from last night’s episode:

The Hobbit-y Dude:

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I don’t know if I should be embarrassed to say this, but I have a confession to make:

I love Oprah.

Like, love. Idolize, even. I think she is a phenomenal role model for women, has the best topics on her show and wears the absolutely most amazing earrings. And I would give anything (anything!) to spend one day in her shoe closet.

And yesterday, I got to go to her show!

It was like a dream come true. I have been trying to get tickets for years and, finally, my lucky day came. I didn’t know who was going to be on the show and I didn’t care; I just wanted to be in the same room as Queen Oprah. And I was!

Since Oprah tapes in Chicago, my mother and I decided to make a little mother/daughter trip out of it. We flew into Chicago early Monday morning, spent the day shopping (which, by the way, sucked because my mom was all about buying me things and we couldn’t find anything! Could there be a worse situation?), ate a deeelicious dinner and then tucked in early to get our mandatory beauty rest. After all, we would be seeing Oprah herself the next morning, not to mention the 30 million people who might see us. Read More »