I have a teensy obession with flash mobs, namely because they make me believe that life can be like an MGM musical, which of course, it should be. Everybody should be in technicolor and wearing floaty skirts and three piece suits. All the men should tap dance. And also, I should be able to control the weather so that it rains when I feel like “Singing in the Rain” and the sun shines when I sing “Don’t Rain On My Parade”. Is that really so much to ask?
Baaaaaaaah, Glee flash mob!
I don’t care if it was a sinister Fox advertising plot. I really don’t. That’s a musical number people, and we don’t get enough of those lately. And how cute is the little girl in the pink hat singing along?
















