I used to love Glee. I used to wait anxiously each week to see what songs they’d sing, often finding myself positively delighted at each new arrangement, each clever choice that seemed just perfect for the storyline into which it was seamlessly woven. I wanted to be like Sue Sylvester, all snarky and hilarious, and I wanted Emma and Mr. Schuster to get together so bad that I actually clapped when they kissed for the first time. OK, I’m being a little ridiculous, right? But comparing how I felt about the first season of Glee to the entire second season and the third one so far makes me so sad that I have to exaggerate it a little. The show that we were introduced to back in 2009 is a shadow of its former self. I’m sure a lot of that is by design, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.