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RN: Now that I've settled in again with "Glee," all feels right with the world. At least my world. How about yours?
CP: What do you call someone who once loved something, strayed, but then found himself in love again?
RN: Former New Jersey Gov. Jim McGreevey? Former RNC Chair Ken Mehlman? Any other former-straight-now-gay luminary?
CP: I gave up on the show at the end of last season, but this season has begun with a bang. The video blog in the premiere, about "what I did on my summer vacation," was hilarious, and much more sharply written than has been the case.
RN: If you're expecting realism, you should be watching "Brothers & Sisters." Wait, scratch that. But I loved the part where poor Mr. Shu, the glee club's somewhat hapless director, is aggrieved to learn that there's a blog devoted entirely to how much people hate it when he raps.
CP: It's a good move by the creators to intro that stone butch football coach, played by Dot Jones.
RN: Really? I could have sworn that it was Rosie O'Donnell.
CP: Coach Bieste forces mortal enemies Sue Sylvester and Schuester to work together. The enmity between those two had become as stale as my gym bag.
RN: In the gay department -- although, really, isn't that pretty much the whole show? -- I was happy to see Broadway hottie Cheyenne Jackson, nostril-flaring up a storm as the new director of rival show choir Vocal Adrenaline. Did you notice that he had flung a Hello Kitty backpack over his shoulder?
CP: He was toting the pink bag for newbie Sunshine Corazon (Charice), who tore into "Listen" almost as hard as Beyoncé herself did in "Dreamgirls."
RN: Eh. That song has always bugged me. It always felt like Beyoncé's turn to try to top "And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going." Let's face it, trying to best one of the most cataclysmic moments in Broadway history seems like a lost cause.
CP: The scene where Sue castigates Santana for getting a boob job, even as the Cheerios coach can't take her eyes off the surgical result? That was almost too much for the time slot.
RN: I know. I love the Cheerios, particularly the vicious/vulnerable Santana -- she of the chest enhancement procedure -- and Brittany, the blond space cadet, played to perfection by Heather Morris. Case in point: When Santana hurled Quinn -- the former Queen Bee, back in fighting form -- into the lockers in a catfight, and Brittany deadpanned, "Stop the violence."
CP: Those two helped the Britney Spears episode get off to a rockin' start. Like them, I would have to be on nitrous oxide at the dentist's office before I'd have a full-blown Britney fantasy. And if John Stamos were the tooth doctor? Hello, cavities.