Alright, let’s get this out there, I did not love the Madonna Half Time Show at the Superbowl. I didn’t hate it, but I definitely didn’t love it. And I wanted to love it, because it’s Madonna after all, and if Madonna can’t give us the best damn half time show in all of Superbowls then I’m not sure who can.

It’s that time of year again—that time when everywhere you look you are surrounded by a sea of red hearts. Chocolates come shaped as hearts, candy comes shaped as hearts, lingerie is sold that is decorated in hearts, and flower shops start to advertise their many rose specials ensuring that there’s not a man around who can actually forget that February 14^th is quickly approaching. 

I realize that some of you are die-hard American Idol fans; you watch religiously and follow the show from the audition process right up until the new winner is crowned. I am not one of those fans. I happened to catch someone’s tweets the other day the 11^th season of American Idol was starting so I decided to tune in to watch some of the auditions and mostly so I wouldn’t be left out of the conversation. I wasted my time.