That’s more like it, Gleeks!
After having an off week last week, Glee was back — and with an extra 30 minutes for our troubles. And you know what? It was muuuuuuch better. Let’s break down this lesson about “acceptance.” (Luckily, Mr. Schue’s spelling was better than his math was last week.)
The episode began with something we’ve all wanted to do at one time or another: Rachel was punched in the face — except this was an accident (or “accident”?). Poor Finn and his clumsy dance moves. Oh, and poor Rachel’s nose. Not only was it punched and bruised, but it was insulted by the most horrible doctor I’ve ever seen, who suggested the 16-year-old get a nose job to fix her, um, prominent, signature feature. Blasphemy! To be fair, he also claimed it would improve her voice, which got her attention. Of course, the man knew the angle would work. It is quite obvious to anyone who has met Rachel that the girl would buy magic beans if she was promised enhanced talents. (Note: I hope someone tries to sell her magic beans one day.)
The doc’s proposition, which most of Rachel’s glee-mates found outrageous, spurred a whole conversation about things the kids didn’t like about themselves. Finn admitted that he hated his dancing, and Santana did the work for everyone else, rudely pointing out what she thought their flaws were. (Seriously, though: Santana, I know you take permanent residence on Bitch Lane, but enough with the jokes about Sam’s mouth. “Trouty Mouth” was funny the first time, but my heart just can’t take any more sad expressions from him.) Over in the cafeteria, Will complained to cleanybug Emma about the kids’ low self-esteem, but was struck by inspiration while cleaning her fruit (that’s not an innuendo): He would call upon the lessons of Gaga.
In the process of teaching “acceptance” (and making nifty T-shirts), Will hoped Emma would own up to her OCD. But she apparently thought being a “ginger” was a bigger problem, which displeased Will because he knew she wasn’t being honest with herself about the severity of her problem. He even put her to the test later by trying to make her eat unwashed fruit — which she didn’t. Although I don’t blame her for that one. While eating that unwashed fruit, Schue, why don’t you run with scissors and chew your food lying down. (P.S. I’m a square.) Anyway, his display caused Emma to seek help for her disorder, and despite some initial resistance, she ended up taking the help/medication offered to her by her new therapist (played by Kathleen Quinlan, who was fantastic). She didn’t even scrub the anti-crazy pill before she took it.
NEXT: Santana, queen of the damned