Ok, kids, let’s stop the madness. Find a friend who tells you when an outfit looks like crap or when you have something in your teeth or when your singing voice sucks mega-ass *before you go to “American Idol.” If you don’t have any friends like that, e-mail me with a WAV or an MP3. I’ll be honest. Brutally honest. I know that sounds scary. But wouldn’t it be better to hear it from me privately (ok, if you really, really suck ass, I’ll blog about it, but I *swear I won’t use your name) than to be humiliated on national television?