So maybe we are just getting old but recently there have been trends and people and whatnot that I just don’t understand. I feel like I am missing something and my life will not be complete and happy sunshiny rainbows until I get it. What trends am I talking about? Well, I’m so glad you asked:
Vampires: Holy crap. Vamps are everywhere. And not just Twilight-emo-sparkly-vamps. No, there are vamps for every demographic. You have overly-dramatic-love-triangle-
iPad: Isn’t this just a giant iPhone that can’t make calls? If they had made the big one first, wouldn’t everyone now be scrambling to get the one you can put in your pocket? And do we even have to talk about the awful Kotex-inspired name for this machine? Gross.
Bieber Fever: Last week I read an article in People and learned, to no surprise that Justin Bieber is 10 years old. Kidding, I think he is old enough to drive, but he probably needs the use of a booster seat. I mean, this kid looks like he could be the 4th member of the Chastity Choir known as the Jonas Brothers. Nick, Joe, and I think there is a third one. We will call him Curly. When I was young, the pop-star singing sensations were way easier on the eyes. Easier in the sense that anyone over 16 caught with a poster of the guy in their room would be accused of pedophilia. What happened to the *real* teenage boy singing sensations? The ones who you secretly wanted to be caught in a dark alley or backseat of your car with? The ones who would know what to *do* in the back seat of a car. NKOTB? OK, I was like 5, but who cares. NSync? My world revolved around JT. Have you seen the beat box solo from the Live From Madison Square Garden DVD? Swoon. You can borrow my copy. Now JT is a Popstar I can get behind. Or in front of. Whatever he prefers. How Justin Bieber got Ludacris to do a cameo on his song is beyond me. Although I will admit that I found his SNL skit with Tina Fey amazing, but I am determined not to be charmed by a 16 year-old boy who looks like he’s 12. Because that’s just plain wrong. And sick.
Your old, confused and determined not to come down with a case of Bieber Fever friends at Two Non Blondes.