I'll admit it: I turn into a giddy schoolgirl whenever "American Idol" winner Kris Allen comes to town. I can't help it! The dude is just so friggin' charming. We have a familiarity and banter together that I've never had with another artist. (Well, Madonna came close. I kid.)
Our "friendship" has even sparked a silly frivolous rivalry between myself and Entertainment Weekly "Idol" guru Michael Slezak, who also gets especially-chummy interviews with Kris. (If you’ve never read Slezak's recaps or watched his "Idolatory" video show, you are a sad human being.)
Perhaps Kris thinks he has carte blanche to goof around with me since I amuse him on some snarky level. He did, after all, find my "Idol in 60 Seconds" recap show to be the "funniest thing ever." And I guess I act like I know him because on a certain level Kris reminds me of my childhood buddies. But let's be honest: I do not know Kris Allen that well, and he can barely pronounce my last name. Therefore, we are not friends.
So why do our interviews devolve into meandering chit chat and double-entendres all the time?
My line of questioning is certainly at fault. Read More...