Accountants ~ Public Bathrooms ~ Lawsuits

Well kids, this week looks like a continuation of last week. Surrounded by boxes stacked to the ceiling and with no cable guy in sight, I once again missed our reason for living...American Idol. How wrong is that?! To be honest, I could have walked around the corner to my friend's pad and watched with her, but I just wasn't that inclined. Living out of boxes tends to be exhausting after a while and well, I'd just as soon get out of them. Thankfully, just in time to hear Diana Ross perform and the first of our final 12 make their exit from the big stage (and hopefully our collective memory), the cable guy will be visiting me this afternoon. The anticipation is palpable!

In the meantime, a little birdy has informed me of some interesting new details from several seasons ago that I feel obligated to share with you all. Remember cute-as-a-button Mario Vazquez? The talented one that we all felt would one day be a big star? The one whose sudden departure from the show was due to personal reasons unrelated to drugs, racy pics on the internet, felonys or any of the other no-no's that have dashed the dreams of American Idol hopefuls since the dawn of time (er, sorry...I mean the dawn of Idol...then again, did anything exist before Idol?).

Anyhoo...yesterday the newswires were abuzz with a little lawsuit (pdf of lawsuit from Access Hollywood) filed in the Los Angeles Superior Court alleging "wrongful termination and violation of the State's Fair Employment and Housing Act." One Magdelano Olmos apparently is alleging that he was fired from his job as Assistant Production Accountant on Idol because he complained of...ready for this...sexual harrassment. Like that ever happens! Oh wait...we are in Hollyweird after all...happens all the dang time. But, if you are like me, you must be wondering exactly what Vazquez has to do with this taudry tale straight out of the taudriest of towns. Girrrlll...pull your panties up cuz this is a good'un...

Apparently Vazquez developed a bit of a crush on Olmos and must have been feelin' a vibe. Now, it should be noted that Hollywood messes with vibes. When I first moved to this fair city, I found myself exceedingly confused. I mean, I lived in Kansas City for a while where the gay bois are gay and the straight boys are straight. No metro, macho or any other kind of "sexual" dude...no...two categories only. Well, Hollywood just messes that equation up. Not that I'm excusing Mario...but perhaps he got a little confused.

Speaking of confused, apparently this Olmos character is a little confused himself. I mean, get this, I know a little bit about bathroom etiquette being of the male species and I can't think of one time that I've ever opened the stall door when someone "knocked" without the express knowledge that whomever had knocked was interested in something more than the extra role of toilet paper I might or might not be in possession of. I mean...get real.

Anyway ClayMate over at American Idol Worship has more of the juicy details. Don't forget, I'll be back tomorrow with my thoughts on who went home. Until then...if you're a guy (or a chick for that matter) and you're in a public loo and someone knocks...don't open the door. If you do, don't be surprised when Mr. So-in-So presents you with his calling card!

Cheers!

j.