My Guilty Pleasure
From The Gator Times,
April 19 - April 25, 2000
I swore that it would never happen again. I did everything in my power to not be exposed to it. I stopped listening to local radio and avoided MTV's Total Request Live at all costs. However, it was all in vain and eventually I found myself once again succumbing to boy-band mania.
Last month, I ventured out into the empty streets of Gainesville, so that when the clock struck midnight I would be one of the first to own a copy of 'N Sync's No Strings Attached. Later that week I stood in line for almost two hours to get tickets for their Orlando show. On both occasions I wondered what was wrong with me and hoped that I would not see anyone that I knew.
I realize that I should not be embarrassed about something that I find appealing. However, I am still haunted by my days as a New Kids on the Block fan. I still have Hangin' Tough on cd, the Christmas album on tape and one of those tell-all books. At the age of 9, I was not able to comprehend that I was buying into a fad. Though the New Kids couldn't hang, the boy-band tradition that preceded them has endured over the years, most recently embodied by the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync.
I can't help but think that I am too old for this. After all, the image of boy-band fans that I am constantly bombarded with is prepubescent, screaming, hysterical girls professing their love for their favorite boy-band member. As a college-age female, I definitely do not fit this description, at least not anymore.
I drive myself crazy trying to rationalize the appeal of the manufactured pop sound to myself, but I am unable to make sense of it. This is significant because I have the ability to rationalize my behavior to myself, even when it makes no sense to anyone else. Is it possible that I'm addicted to the manufactured pop sound that dominates the air waves? Should I start a support group? Hi, my name is Natalie and I like boy bands.