So then Marlee Matlin jumps on Twitter, and spreads the net, and begs everybody to let Paris know that she'll be providing the hearing aids from now on.
I hate IGB as much as I love it, because I get to go full-on gaywad gushy without sneaking it in here and there, and nobody can call me out on it. But jeez with this show tonight. It's like they popped the sterile bubble surrounding IGB, and now it's just spraying over the whole show in these weird little pockets of fantastic. I'm so impressed. I would have liked to have Simon here for this, if this is how it's going to go. I think he would love every second.
Paris delivers Carrie's "Temporary Home," a song I don't know and normally wouldn't like because poverty is not something I can handle, and the tears come pouring down everybody's face, like J. Lo pretty much loses it and the boys are clearly going to take a while to recover, I mean, it's a blue moon under which sob story/pretty girl/issues country/follow your heart come together to make something okay, but shit. I'm only human and I didn't think that would be an issue with this show, ever, because it so rarely is.
Watching J. Lo cry is almost as gratifying as Ryan doing it, because when they swim with sharks it's twice as hard to make them cry. And yes, not to be cynical but it's possible Paris may turn out to be slightly disingenuous in weeks to come, the whole street-smart scrapper thing. And it's possible that J. Lo is being slightly coy about feeling this same way, and going out to find Paris and her baby in the hallway, crying some more. I'm not an idiot. That stuff may all be true. It wouldn't shock any of us.
But if it is -- if any of that is even a little true -- I'm willing to wait to find it out. There is no room in here for that right now.