When it comes to high culture, there is almost nothing to rival Glee.  But lately I’ve become increasingly irritated by Artie and his dancing wheelchair.  I might have just about tolerated the casting of an actor with two working legs in the part of a paraplegic had it not been for the dream sequence in which he miraculously leaps out of his wheelchair to do a nifty dance number.  Had a skinny white woman with a great voice been blacked up and put in a fat suit (no offence, Mercedes) there would have been an outcry.  The producers deserve to be slushied.  And that’s how Sue sees it.