I know my desire to be in control of certain things has gotten out of control when I find myself telling my mother how to watch TV. Namely, American Idol.
Since I'm on the road and can't watch the show, my mother (who just got into Idol this season, even though I've been begging her to watch it for the last five seasons) calls me to give me the update. Who sang what, what they wore, who's in the bottom three and whether or not that dreadful Sanjaya is still on the show.
This week she admitted to me that when she calls in to vote, she dials in for more than one person.
"Well, I voted for Jordin because she was fabulous, but I made six calls for Blake because he was really good this week too."
"Mom!" I exclaimed.
"What?" she answered.
"You can't do that."
"Dole out your votes to different people. THAT is why the ones that suck are still there. You have to pick a favorite and stay with them; support them with your phone calls. You can't just be giving one call here, another there and the rest to so-and-so."
"Well, Blake did sing well tonight."
"That may be, but overall he has no chance of winning. And by you wasting your votes on him, you might not be giving Jordin or whoever else is your favorite, the five or six votes they might need to keep them out of the bottom three!"
She stays quiet, which I know means she's annoyed that I'm telling her what to do but she's going to let me continue my rant. In closing, I told her not to waste her votes anymore.
"I mean, geez, Mom. If you're going to watch American Idol and be a fan, you have to at least do it right."
As she hung up the phone, she promised she would do better next week but I'm sure she just wanted to get off the phone so she could get a few more calls in for a couple of the underdogs.
I swear, if I find out that she's secretly voting for Sanjaya, I'm disowning her.