Let me start this off by saying that I love “Glee.” Or at least I watch it every week, because I’ve committed myself to it, and I’m entertained by anything. But as I watch each and every episode, and I watch these high school kids go through their struggles, I can’t help but feel bad…for everyone else in McKinley High. Those Glee Club kids deserve to get slushied every week.

Let’s think back to what the Glee Club kids do every week a) in order to recruit more members, b) for some other semi-legitimate reason, or c) just because. They sing, in public, in the halls of the school. This is a school at which people are trying to learn and study and work.

Do you have friends that sing all the time? Imagine if a group of kids walked down the halls here and were just singing, all the time. I mean, they are all really good singers, but what everyone else is hearing is not the studio-recording versions that the audience gets to hear. The other people at McKinley High are hearing some random kids singing to themselves. No matter how good it is, it would get unbelievably tiring, because nobody but the Glee kids actually asked to be at that concert.

They don’t publicize their performances. They just show up in places to annoy people as much as possible. In Tuesday’s episode, they performed Michael Jackson’s song “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’.” I thought it was a great performance. Want to know, however, when I would not have thought about how enjoyable it was? If I was in the library that they all ran into while performing! People went in there for peace and quiet, for a place to study. At a certain point, it must become socially acceptable to hit them.

Everyone at the school also has the right to be angry because the Glee Club takes up about 90% of the budget for the entire district. I’m aware that during the first season, Mr. Schuester really had to fight for funding. Whatever. But what he is fighting for is the most inflated and unnecessary budget of any club EVER. Aside from the fact that they take over the auditorium for practices, booty camps, auditions, and pretty much anything they want, the club uses so much money on its performances that I can seriously understand why Sue Sylvester thinks it might be necessary that the club be burned to the ground.

The most telling example is the song “Umbrella/Singing in the Rain” which I thought was an excellent mashup of two unexpected components. What is unacceptable is the fact that in that performance they literally drown the entire auditorium. And why do they do they perform? “For us,” Mr. Schu says. Really? For you? What if I’m not in the Glee Club? Maybe the money my school has should be spent on, say, books and teacher pensions before the club destroys an entire auditorium? It’s just a thought.

During every single performance, they are in new, fantastic outfits, which are spectacular for the number and serve almost no purpose elsewhere. Even assuming that they do some of the purchasing themselves and most of the assembly, the school would still be subsidizing a large portion (considering they are not the richest of folk by any means). That is tens of thousands of school funds that go to a single club. No, if I weren’t in Glee Club, I’d be a little pissed that I had to use a textbook that said the Civil Rights Movement would blow over because some people decided they needed to sing more than I needed to learn.

It is possible that these numbers are happening mostly in their heads, so that the performances are just big-budget examples of what the Glee Club wishes they could be. I guess that gets away from the budget problem. But then you have a group of schizophrenics—whose parents refuse to get them medication—having shared hallucinations and who do nothing but sing in the hallways and libraries in an effort to recruit members or just to express their feelings.

Yeah, I’d feel bad for them at first. They probably need help. But after a certain amount of singing and recruiting and self-expression, my patience would wear thin. There is only so much I can take before I give up…and throw a slushie in someone’s face.