We’re really sad about this one. Oscar seems like someone we could be friends with in real life. He’s funny. He’s rueful. He’s not 21. He knows his way around a pair of heels. And he’s tinged with melancholy in a way we love.
Despite our passionate Michael-boosting, in terms of pure technique, he deserved the boot last night, not Oscar. Mike flailed around and looked uncomfortable. The way he pulls his shoulders up to his ears and lets his arms bend at the elbows makes it obvious that he hasn’t had a lick of ballet or jazz or modern training, which the dancers needed for this competition. We love him, but he got lucky last night.
Oscar was robbed, but luckily, he has a sense of proportion (a first in the history of reality TV). He got swept up in the drama occasionally, but mostly he treated the show as a lark. He sounds happy about heading back to his husband and his life as a “dancer/singer/actor/model/hairstylist.”
