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i, admittedly, have really absurd taste in music. i still listen to boy bands, frequently. basically, i never stopped liking boy bands. it was like, one day you’re 12 and no one cares that you’re obsessed with the backstreet boys, and then all of a sudden i’m 25 and i’m supposed to have, what, forgotten the lyrics to the songs i listened to 27,510,267 times on my walkman?! i don’t think so, hobo. 

i’d actually like to expand this statement to include most, if not all, ridiculous late 90’s pop music. when did it become unacceptable for grown men to dress in coordinating outfits while singing their hearts out (complete with emphatic arm motions and matching intense facial expressions) in spacious plane hangers? remember when mtv used to play music videos? remember trl? i watched that shit like it was my job, frantically voting for bsb on the home phone/landline. i’m really having a hard time expressing how much i truly enjoy terrible pop music because my witty commentary on the absurdity of the entire genre is getting in the way. i’m being serious. among the most played songs on my ipod are any number of britney spears songs and bbmak’s “back here” which is, arguably, the best song of all time. it very well may be that i am using cheesy pop music to replace the romance movie, for which i have zero tolerance. the notebook literally makes me sick at my stomach, but listening to pseudo-straight men singing about love in perfect harmony makes me believe. again, i’m being serious. i went to my 4th (?) backstreet boys concert last year, a tour which also featured new kids on the block, and all jokes aside, it was one of the best days of my life. true, the guys frolicking around on stage were all middled aged, dramatically less attractive than i remembered, winded, and more than slightly pathetic, but their music was the same and i knew every damn word. i wore glitter, smelled like a baby prostitute, and got hammer time on some pineapple smirnoff (consumed on marta from a mcdonalds cup with the bestie, klass), judge me. sometimes i just think it’s best to bask in a time period where christina’s genie was still in the bottle and ludacris was still relevant/not "collaborating" with justin bieber. you will never, ever, convince me that nsync’s “merry christmas, happy holidays” isn’t the best way to kick off, spend, and end the holiday season or that britney is too far gone to come out with a song to simultaneously annoy the shit out of you and make you want to dance. backstreet’s back, alright?

videos to help you get on my level (it's where you want to be):

2/3 of these british guys are cute. from what i've seen/heard, that's not a bad statistic. 

seriously, eff that dear john/notebook/pathetic girl shit, this is love. 

she's a crazy bitch, but she's the right thing to do. 

this is fabulous. although, aging gentlemen should keep their shirts on during concerts (i'm looking at you ugly wahlberg).