Okay, we all know that Glee doesn’t necessarily strive for realism. Still, there were just too many logic fails during this week’s Season 5, Episode 7: “Puppet Master,” for us to ignore. Here are our top five — and let us know in the comments if we missed any!
So the show wants viewers to give gas inhalation a shot?
It’s official: Glee really has to calm down about encouraging people to trip out on fumes. Indeed, the show definitely is glorifying the idea of a gas link this week, considering that this could actually kill a person in real life. Plus, this plot was a little too similar to Season 2, when Dr. Carl’s dental anesthesia made everyone hallucinate about Britney Spears.
Sam refers to Blaine as “Blaine Jong-il.” Et tu, Sam?
So Sam suddenly hates Blaine now? That’s... random. Look, Blam is quite possibly our favorite new storyline of the past two seasons. That’s why it hurt so much to hear Sam chime in with the “Blaine Jong-il” digs at the beginning of the episode. We get that friends sometimes have issues, but this anti-Blaine sentiment from Sam sorta came out of nowhere.
Pamela Lansbury’s way too so concerned about where to play their first gig.
Are the members of Pamela Lansbury not familiar with the phrase, “You gotta start somewhere?” And have they not seen clips of Lady Gaga performing on a piano as a singer-songwriter in NYC, years before she developed her current persona? Long story short: It makes no sense for the group to think that playing their first show at Callbacks would impede their future success.
Figgins needs to hop on LinkedIn already
Sure, school administration gigs are hard to come by, especially when you’ve had an acrimonious split from your last employer. But it’s hard to believe that Figgins would continue to take Sue’s guff by working at McKinley, not to mention that he couldn’t find a job more suited to his talents than being a custodian. It’s time to hit the pavement with the ol’ resume, Figgins.
You get a gig at a high-profile venue by having some weirdo record your set?
On the website for the Music Hall of Williamsburg (which is an awesome venue, by the way), it explains that the way to get a gig there is to send in a “press pack” and wait four to six weeks to hear back. Now, we don’t know much about this rando Angela Lansbury fan who happened to record Pamela L.’s set, but we’re guessing he didn’t do all that. We want Pamela Lansbury to succeed as much as anybody, but — let’s be real — there’s no way Kurt’s band could have gotten a gig at the Music Hall of Williamsburg this way.