But here’s the thing: three weeks ago when the franchise decided to dedicate an entire episode to the idea of “God” and the best they could evoke as the theme of redemption for the week was to have “Grilled Cheezus” end up motivating the male lead into Michael Stipe’s “Losing my religion” I knew I couldn’t take much more.

Then last week while my new five month old was devouring a bottle in our living room, the shot of Santana and Britney (two female cheerleaders) came on screen, making out in bed, that was the last straw.