Doesn't it just drive you crazy when everyone around you latches on to a TV show that you don’t like? Your coworkers spout lines from the show, your friends have extravagant watch parties where you’re forced to dress up as one of the key characters, your mailman is all like, “did you see Glee last night?”

That’s right, I’m calling you out, Glee. Everyone else on the planet has been enchanted by your bewitching combination of high school drama and High School Musical. But I don't find you so charming.

I have now watched the Glee pilot twice (that’s nothing; Nicki has seen it six times) and I feel very strongly that Glee should be a good show, but isn’t. I, too, love teen films where hobbies play the lead role (singing, dancing, acting, battle-dancing) and the idea of something like this being on weekly is a dream come true. I understand the appeal. But Glee doesn’t deliver. Where it should be smart, it’s ham-fisted. Every character is a cliché: the witless teacher with a heart of gold; his OCD-impaired, doe-eyed crush at work; the whiny, controlling wife who complains about having to work four hours three times a week; the closeted gay teacher who gropes a male student (hilarious!); the disinterested principal who OF COURSE wants to kill the glee club; the way-way-over-the-top diva who was raised by two gay men who enrolled her in every performance art class imaginable, creating a super-performer without self-awareness; the mildly likable football player who (surprise!) can sing. Oh, there’s also a sassy black girl who sings Aretha Franklin’s Respect. Oh, and the handicapped kid.

Only Jane Lynch, the uber-aggressive cheerleader coach, offers a sly performance that feels real, but even she is overused.

I suspect the disconnect is that everyone else likes this ham-fisted approach. After all, it’s what you get in High School Musical. But if you tried to feed me HSM every week, I’d turn my face and you’d be smashing pulpy, processed strawberry goo onto my cheek. Write believable, likable characters, make it sustainable, and I’ll change my tune.

We’ve compiled ten shows that at least one person here at 29-95 is willing to say that they don’t like despite everyone else’s ravings. Feel free to start brawling out in the streets over it. And tonight, watch the season premiere of Glee, 8 p.m. on Fox, and see if you disagree with me. I expect you will, because even the New York Times likes this pap.