a friend in another fandom asked me tonight, why Glee? why all the noise about Chris Colfer? why this fandom, and all it’s pre-school colours and borrowed music? and i could have said a million instant, off-the-cuff, defensive things about why this show and these people - but instead i went away and thought about it. and i came back to her, and said this -
a long time ago, there was a little girl named Alice Liddell, and she was just like every other little girl in the world, she was just like you and me. and one day, she went out on the river in a boat with her sisters, her father, and a friend of the family - a man named Charles - who loved to spin stories. tell me a story, she said to Charles, tell me a story about me.
so Charles sat with her, and told her a story about the day a girl named Alice fell down a rabbit hole, and all of the things that she saw there.
that one story has touched the lives of children all over the world for over a century, letting us believe in the strange, the wonderful, the magical. teaching little hearts that even if they feel outcast, out of place, too plain or just a little bit too strange - that they are so much more than they are.
which brings me to Glee. these characters are real people, all over this world. there is a boy somewhere in Canada who is living Kurt Hummel’s life. there’s a little girl in Australia who knows exactly how it feels to be Santana Lopez, or Rachel Berry. there’s a little boy somewhere across the sea in a uniform blazer, getting ready for school, who is imagining that today? today he will be Blaine Anderson. he will find the courage to be himself.
it’s not simply about the joy of the music, or the talent of the cast, or the skill of the writers. it’s the people, and the soul behind those people, that makes us utterly still and wholly speechless with wonder. it’s the songs and the story and the sheer magnitude of their message - that we are special. that we can be understood, and loved, for being exactly who we are.