Sunday, November 2, 2008

2 Cute 2 B 4Gotten

I've noticed a pattern with me over the past few years (ok... the last decade... I can be honest here). But first, let me preface this confession with a little info you may or may not know about me.

As a "tween", I was supremely obsessed with New Kids on the Block. They were the first concert I ever attended, and I still have my huge scrapbook of clippings from Bop, Bopper, and Teen Beat proclaiming my desire to be Mrs. Jonathan Knight. (Side Note: I feel sorry for the tweens today. You just can't make a kick ass scrapbook out of internet sites as well as you can from all those great teen mags of days gone by).

This being said, it was with extreme excitement that I watched the New(Older) Kids launch their "comeback" this year. And I can be honest, I watched the VH1 special on them, and I fully admit that they aren't the best sounding group in the world and they don't have the slickest moves out there. But I still love them anyway. I have no shame in the fact that I still own their VHS videos, and have been known to bust them out on occassion.

You wanna know WHY I have no shame in this, don't you? I can just see your head trying to wrap around WHY in the world someone would admit to these things. It's really simple actually.... they make me FEEL like a tween again (although the term "tween" didn't even exist in 1990). The first chord of "You've Got It (The Right Stuff)" can immediately make me feel like a giddy twelve year old- complete with accelerated heartrate and sweaty hands. And I like that feeling.

In my educated, psychological opinion (HA!), I've figured out that this is WHY I gravitate towards things that could be considered weird for my age. For example, I have watched the new Jonas Brothers' video for LoveBug, and I liked it. I'm thinking about youtubing it after I finish this post. I have an autographed Kevin Richardson picture matted & framed in my garage (for those who don't know... he's the tall, dark one one from the Backstreet Boys).
And yes, I do love the New Kids new music. Although it's got a new sound, it still makes me want to french-roll my jeans and tease my bangs.

I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to be a kid again. I may be a mom now, with more responsibilities than I could have ever imagined, but I can still cabbage patch with the best of them. At least now I have kids that I can take to the concerts with me. They can be my "excuse" to go jam out and wear my rhinestoned, stone-washed jean jacket. Classics like that never go out of style, right?



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Jessican said...

I totally loved NKOTB! Joey and Jordan were my favorites. Remember when Joey and Jordan had brief "revivals" in the 90s? I think it was the 90s. Anyway, I though I own the Jordan Knight album.

I remember the wrist slappers and the big posters. I can also remember jumping around on a bed with my cousins and singing along to the tape.

Sammanthia said...

Carter and I are going to see High School Musical 3 and it was my idea. He grudgingly agreed to go with me, but let me know he's only in it for the popcorn.
I'll save you a seat... how do you feel about Zac Efron?

Jessica said...

jasonmrazfanluv-- I have no idea how you found me.. but WELCOME:) Any friend of Jason's is a friend of mine:)

jessican: Slap bracelets... man, those things rocked! I had totally forgotten about those. Re: Joey and Jordan's revivals: I actually went to Wichita to see them. Joey was really great, but Jordan didn't make it to the show due to a plane delay. Speaking of... he was supposed to reschedule... hmmm.
And I, as well, own both of Joey's solo cds and Jordan's as well. "I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man"... how smooth is that jam!??

Sammanthia: I was totally ambivalent about Zac till I saw him in Hairspray. HOT TAMALE!! How old is he anway?? He's legal.. right? Right???

2 Kids 3 Martinis said...

You sound like my sister...she was a NKOTB fan, to put it mildly. I was too busy rocking out to the Black Crowes and Bon Jovi to notice them. But you rock on wit' your bad self, Momma!