The nice girls — and outcasts — finish last.
Not the most Glee-ful storyline, is it? It’s a show that makes a point to celebrate the underdog story, which is why we Gleeks love it so much. Then along comes Gwynie, the woman American parents love to hate. The creators were smart enough to play off Paltrow’s strengths; I’ll give them that. They made the Goop-y Gwyn into a smug self-obsessed sex kitten with little regard for the kids.
Not entirely sure this post makes much sense (the character didn’t win; Gwyneth Paltrow did), but I share the author’s distaste for the character of Holly Holiday and love her description. I mean, most of the teachers at WMHS have little regard for the kids. Sure Will just sits there are nods when Kurt tells him he doesn’t do anything to counteract the homophobia he experiences on a day to day basis. He accuses Kurt of being petty because he is more comfortable with the girls (who don’t put him in dumpsters and never did).
But Holly Holiday was a special kind of crap teacher, because the narrative celebrated her like she was the Virgin Mary, except cool and sexy. Because the way to teach kids about sex ed is to get all sexy in their faces. (I think Holly would have been the right teacher to end up crossing the line with a student, and that might have saved her pointless ass). The sex ed teachers I had did not have to titillate us to teach us.
Anyway, enough ranting about Holly Holiday, who we will hopefully never meet again. Ever.