Think about it for a second. You're Kevin, and all that that implies. You've had your cheeks pinched, you've been compared to cartoon chickens, and you're realizing more and more that they're laughing at you and not with you. The girls all think you're an actual doll. You want to look up to the guys in an older brother way, but Ace is always looking into a mirror, Bucky's busy mixing crystal meth in his basement, Chris is looking up whether Staind has ever covered a Buddy Holly song, Taylor reminds you of your creepy molester uncle a bit, and Elliott's five senses are deteriorating at such an alarming rate that he can no longer see or hear you. So who's left as a role model but Seacrest, who thinks that nothing makes you look quite as cool as busting on Simon. I'm just saying, it's no wonder the kid feels free to be a little bit of a snot from time to time.
I figure, for lack of a better posting topic, I might as well get my self-promotion on. Check out my latest American Idol recap: "Too Chicken Little, Too Chicken Late"