Some trends are good- like sky high stilettos and diamond everything. Some trends are bad – like eighties hair and acid wash anything. But that’s just the thing about trends – by definition, trends are always changing. Trends are uber popular one second, and then over as fast as Kim K’s marriage.
But some trends are timeless…things that are just so incredibly awesome that they never go away.
No, not shoulder pads or perms…
I am actually referring to boy bands. Because who can resist adorable boys dancing and singing heartfelt love songs?
Nobody, that’s who.
And so the boy band craze begins. It’s the same old formula that once made NSYNC and The Backstreet Boys famous that’s now making bands like One Direction and Big Time Rush, well, big.
A dash of talent, a couple of guitars, and a ton of genetic gifted-ness, and voila! Boy band heaven.
So as much as you might have hated Simon Cowell on American Idol, you probably owe him a big thank you for bringing us the pure perfection known as One Direction. And while most shows nowadays cant compare to the 90s genius that was Lizzie Mcguire and Even Stevens, you gotta admit that Big Time Rush is some good stuff .
The relationship with a boy band starts out slow…you hear one song on the radio, YouTube it, then download a few more of their songs. But one cannot simply just be a “fan” of a boy band. Oh no. Soon, the fandom progresses into a full on obsession.
They flip their hair, your heart flips. You know every word to every song they ever recorded. You tweet them ridiculous messages on Twitter like, “I LOVE YOU RETWEET PLEASE?!?!?! <3 ;)" everyday…multiple times a day. You find yourself thinking about them in every area of your life: while driving (windows down, blasting their latest single, which I can almost assure you contains the words "I love you" five hundred gazillion times, regardless of which boy band sings it), in class (FYI, writing Mrs. Logan Henderson as your name is not acceptable on a term paper), at work (bursting into the chorus "AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" while your boss walks by does, in fact, get you fired), and even while you sleep (dreaming of how adorable your son Nick Jonas Jr. is going to be).
You buy posters, phone covers, pillowcases, t-shirts, toothbrushes (I'm not kidding – you can buy a Justin Bieber toothbrush that will literally serenade you with his songs as you brush- I couldn’t make this up if I tried). You check out EBay for some practical fan items – like locks of James Maslow's hair, or Zayn Malik's used tissue (for which the going rate is about $1,000, might I add).
Once you become infected with the Boy Band bug, you're done. Whether you're a Rusher or a Directioner, a Jobro fanatic or a Beiliber, you are head over heels in love.
And the best part is, you can pretend they love you right back. After all, boy bands just love to sing about how much they love certain unnamed girls in all of their songs – so clearly, that unnamed girl must be you.
Because even though you've never met in person, you know deep down inside, they love you just as much as you love them.
Eventually though, you come to your senses. You realize that while you know every single detail of their entire lives, they know nothing about you! You must fix this!
And thus, the relationship reaches a point, where you decide it's time they learn about your existence.
So what's a girl to do? Buy a ticket to their sold-out concert tour. DUH.
So you spend your life savings on a ticket – (no joke, the One Direction tickets can cost more than this season's hottest Louis Vuitton). And the worst part is, you don’t even feel bad about it. To you, the ticket deserves to be the priceless item on the MasterCard commercial. Worth every penny…because, after all, you and Harry Styles are getting married someday, so it is technically an investment in your future.
You go to the concert and sit screaming in the front row, all in hopes they’ll notice you. They will fall in love with you, right then and there – the psychotic , screaming fan in Row 1, Seat A. They'll tell you they love you, and whisk you away to a land of love, fame, and fortune, and you'll live happily ever after as Mrs. Boy Band.
Which is not unrealistic at all <3
But of course, I do feel bad for all of the other girls out there who think this is going to happen to them too – because it's clearly only going to happen to me.
So, hey, One Direction? Big Time Rush? Jonas Brothers? Call me maybe 😉
