Gone are the days when no one could take a joke about what might happen in a bed shared by two men or two women. These days, we know gay sex is just as funny, and sometimes tragic, as the other kind.
We've come up with a list of the worst possible spin-offs of currently airing TV shows. And, yes, they're all considerably more watchable than The Choice. In most of these shows, at least the terrible people die at the end.
We in the entertainment industry have the opportunity and even the responsibility to broaden people's horizons to include others who may appear "different."
As children become teens, we've prepared them with mixed messages of love and hate. Pair that with the complexity of identity development and we have the perfect recipe for bullying.
Their friendship will change. They won't have the benefit of seeing each other every day to help keep them connected. But just because it has to change, doesn't mean it has to end.
These days, gay parents are no novelty: We see them strolling through our neighborhoods and appearing on our TV screen. But still many are left wondering: How will these children of gay parents fare?
My love/hate relationship with Glee this season has, at times, been stretched to its limits. Things got a little heavy for the glee club this year, so it seems appropriate that Season 3 would end on such an emotionally confusing note.
Some of us get excited when we see celebrities on the street, pumping their gas, paying their meter or rushing out frustrated from a massage appointment. Andrew Parish cooly serves them drinks.
Social media has become such a huge part of the TV landscape that any network not securing a simple, memorable handle for their new shows is way behind.
This is standard operating procedure for female characters on Glee. I think there is an assumption by the producers that female characters cannot be interesting if they are not mean and/or selfish.
Glee has never been perfect. In fact, this season, it's been far from it. But just when you count them out, the New Directions have a way of winning you over again. Ladies and gentlemen, I think I'm a gleek again.
Once upon a time, Fox's musical take on a high school show choir was funny and poignant. Now, as its third season winds up, it has evolved into a string of Sunday sermons accompanied by the voices of Barbra Streisand, Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga and others.
It's prom night at McKinley, and you'll never guess who took home the crown. Meanwhile, Blaine comes face-to-face with his biggest fear: Going without his precious hair gel.
The cultural fear is so intense that many Brazilian women are terrified of experiencing even the slightest contraction and believe that a vaginal birth will damage their bodies irreparably. Secondly, the physicians and pediatricians do not practice in groups and must be on call for their private patients 24/7.
I try to avoid Fox News, and I'm not a fan of Bill O'Reilly, but as the mother of a self-identified gay 7-year-old son who has a crush on Glee's Blaine, the most recent media controversy involving Mr. O'Reilly caught my attention.
The problem with Glee most of the time is that it juggles way too many storylines, often dropping them along the way. And then later, they pick them, tie them with a little bow, and toss them away just as fast.