Brittany S. Pierce for President! No, not of McKinley Senior class; President of the United States. She'll fix our financial crisis in a jiff by turning us into a nation of unicorns and recycling all our cotton candy poop for fun and profit. And Santana did say last season that she felt like Michele Obama, so there you have it. President & First Lady Brittana reporting for duty.
Before getting any further into this week's episode, I have to give you two quick apologies, bois & grrlz. First, I apologize that this post is going to be shorter than most, because tonight is the start of the Jewish New Year, and just like yo' mama, I haz an enormous meal to get on the table and I don't have time for any shenanigans. You're just lucky it wasn't last night, because like John Goodman in The Big Lebowski, I don't roll on Shabbos.
Secondly, I apologize that today's column won't have many pictures, because as of this posting, last night's ep hasn't been posted online yet. I am about 98% dependant on Hulu for all those helpful and illustrative screen-grabs you usually see, so with that off the table there's not a whole lot left to work with. I really wanted to give you a close-up freeze frame of each iteration of Brittany's unicorn poster, too. Sorry kids. You'll just have to picture it in your mind...just like you'll have to visualize Kurt Hummel's bulging pink fun sack. And Quinn throwing ketchup-covered tampons on the marching band from the roof.
So, a quick down-and-dirty look at the main topics of awesomeness from the second episode of the season:
1) Brittany's explanation of Unicorn mythology. I don't know about you guys, but I absolutely loved the fact that in Brit's world, unicorns are not born, but made by their own belief in and embracing of their awesomeness. If you forget you're special, then your horn falls off and your poop is no longer cotton candy.
I might even go so far as to say that she's equating becoming the unicorn with coming out. When you don't fully embrace yourself as the special, magical, unique creature that you are-- if you hide your authentic self behind the curtain of trying to conform with the mainstream-- you lose the best part of yourself. Rock on, my little unicorn. Or Bicorn, if you prefer. I'm