Un-fucking-believable. I guess it was a miracle last year that Taylor, the man who got me invested in American Idol, won, because this year the obvious front runner who should've been an even more obvious shoe-in than Taylor Hicks, Melinda Doolittle, just lost to a frosted gimmick with no range, Blake Lewis, and an overrated, privileged Aguilera-wannabe (oh, what a role model) in Jordin Sparks.
God bless you, Melinda. Here's hopin' she does better than last year's number three, Yasmin. If frickin' Chris Daughtry could sell more albums than Hicks, if there's any justice in this world then Melinda will do similarly, but I won't count on it. Daughtry had a built-in audience in heartbroken Creed fans; what Melinda does is so much more sophisticated and wonderful, and because her skills aren't narrowly genre-defined and contemporary she may not thrive as much (not to mention LaKisha's potential fate...).