Dear Ryan Murphy,
I’ve been meaning to write this letter for a while now, and since tonight is the season finale of “Glee,” I thought it was finally appropriate. I think I’m in love with you. I know you’re gay, but I can’t stop myself from loving you and the shows you created. “Glee” is the guilty pleasure that brings me back to my own high school days. And did I forget to mention “Nip/Tuck“? Now “Eat, Pray, Love” is putting my feelings over the edge, Ry.But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’ll start with my love for “Glee.” My high school’s school choir was a cult, our jocks thought they were cooler than they actually were, and our cheerleading squad won more often than the football team did. Factor in the catchy showtune spin on the Top 40 hits, and I’m hooked. Then, you added Broadway stars Jonathan Groff, Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel to the cast. I think my heart actually stopped when Idina was revealed as Lea Michele‘s mother. Your work is sheer brilliance. Seriously, who comes up with writing like this? You do. You’ve successfully increased my iTunes activity by 150 percent, giving me hours of songs to play on repeat while I sit on the subway. I’m sure Apple is in love with you, too, Ryan.
And I loved “Nip/Tuck.” A show that miraculously combines sex, plastic surgery, murder and drama … who knew so many genres could work together in such perfect and addictive harmony, winning you a Golden Globe and an Emmy? The show also put an end to my incessant want/need for a nose job after all the gruesome visuals that I love to hate. Thank you for saving me thousands of dollars on unnecessary medical procedures.
I cannot wait for “Eat, Pray, Love.” You, my favorite writer and producer, took one of my favorite, best-selling novels and are turning it into a movie that is sure to be a hit. Not to mention the fact that Julia Roberts is my favorite actress.
How can I possibly thank you? You’ve taken personal journeys, high school cliques, showtunes and plastic surgery and produced a slew of entertainment that is sure to keep me entertained for years to come.
Simply put, I’m obsessed with you.
PS: Can I have your autograph?