Would somebody crown this guy for the win already so we can get this season in the can?
Last night’s episode of X Factor nearly put me on Prozac. The Thanksgiving Edition (that’s what we’ll call it) turned into something much worse. There were dark stories of adoption and bitter tales of love gone wrong and children born out of wedlock. There were odes to red carnation mothers and white carnation mothers—dead mothers and alive mothers—a Virgin Islands mother. There were teenage protestations of self-worth, wack apologies and, oh, so many trembling lips. And that was just the cast members.
