It's not like it really matters; both of them are going to be multi-millionaire pop stars, along with most of the top 10. But I'm continually amused by people that say that they wanted Ruben to win because it would demonstrate that you don't have to fit some kind of "image" to be a pop star.
That's probably true, but it's not like Ruben's image is going to deny him anything. The fat black singer with the smoove voice has been successful for years: Peabo Bryson, Luther Vandross, Aretha Franklin, probably others that don't leap off the top of my head.
How many skinny, funny-looking, homosexual white guys have made it in the music business? C'mon, list 'em. I'm waiting. Can't think of any, can you? Michael Bolton, you say? C'mon. Sure, his hair was retarded for a while there, but that look was reasonably stylish at one point (before he got too bald), and he's a good looking man. Clay looks like Binkley from Bloom County, and he gets his hair done at Le Salon de Weedwacquer. I'll admit he's cute, but it's mainly a personality and stage presence thing, that I don't think Ruben really has. They both really deserved to win, you coulda flipped a coin to decide the winner.
I could make this discussion short, and simply point out that women are insane and not to be understood, and probably get away with a few interesting glares from the girlfriends of a few friends. But I'm all about pushing the envelope, riding the edge, making a few enemies, having my wife wait 'til I'm asleep and step on my nads with stiletto heels. So let me boil down my knowledge of women into a few key statements.
Number 1: They always want guys to listen. When they complain, they just want you to sit there and listen to what they have to say. They do not, and this is key, NOT want you to try and fix it. They just want a caring ear. This strikes me as the most incredible waste of time. You sit there for two hours listening to her jaw away about how her boss doesn't respect her and her coworkers are stabbing her in the back, and at the end, her problem is unresolved, and you've just missed two-thirds of the Eagles-Bucs showdown. Everyone would've been happier if she'd just said, "My boss is a jerk," and then you could nod sympathetically, and maybe drive to his house and smack him around a while, and then go home and play Vice City. Everybody's a winner. Except maybe the guy whose teeth you loosened with a spittoon.
Number 2: Women require a great deal of clothes. They usually have to have more clothes than they have room for, which means you end up sacrificing half your closet space to them, which isn't a big deal, because most guys require closet space for perhaps 3 power suits, a tux, some nice shirts and slacks, and a leisure suit we inherited from our dad.
Ladies have to have 347 dresses, 70 of which are black, and 174 of which have been worn once and will never be worn again, but can never be thrown out for the following reasons:
Number 3: Women don't like to watch sports, but they love to watch reality shows. This paradox makes me twitch when I think about it.
Sports: Attractive, muscular men spend 2 to 3 hours doing extremely difficult acrobatic things, often in tight pants. The outcome of each episode is not known, and the end of each can be extremely dramatic.
Reality shows: Moderately attractive, extremely whiny men and women spend an hour per episode doing extremely easy things (singing, eating worms, flirting with sluts), then somebody gets voted off. The outcome of each episode is EASILY predicted (my Idol predictions went 4 for 5), and the only drama is whether or not Ruben is going to eat someone.
On the other hand, chicks are hella-hot. Impossible to understand, but often they have nice breasteseseses.