16 On The Inside
With all the hoopla surrounding last week’s Inauguration of new Pres Barak Obama, I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on the new White House darlings: Sasha and Malia. Not only are these girls the daughters of the most famous man on the planet, they got to live out every tweens’ dream: a surprise visit from the Jonas Brothers. The White House staffers treated the girls to an evening bash – complete with Disney Movies and scavenger hunt – that ended with the Jonas Brothers waiting behind closed doors. A private viewing of High School Musical 3 AND meeting the Jonas Brothers all in one night? If I was 16, I would have died! Wait… I’m 26 and I would have died. What’s the fascination with all these teen artists?
When I was 15, I was hit with my first dose of Teenybopper Syndrome when Hanson came out with MMMBop. I loved the bubble-gum pop music, and even convinced my father to drive me the 10 hours to see my first concert in Toronto. From there, my obsession grew – I traveled constantly to see Hanson: quick trips to NYC for TRL and Saturday Night Live and followed them on their Summer tour to 5 cities: Montreal, Boston, DC, Philadelphia, and Albany. I even saw them in Boston last year. I can’t explain why I loved them so much – I just did.
When Hanson faded, I fell for the Moffatts – the Canadian version of Hanson. My love for these brothers took me to NYC for appearances on The Sally Jesse Raphael Show and Good Morning America, and Watertown, MA when they performed at the Arsenal Mall. I convinced a rep at Coca Cola to give me her front row tickets for a New Hampshire concert. I even snuck into an after party at Fenway Park when Boston hosted the All Star Game a few years ago to see the Moffatts perform with Might Mighty Bosstones. I almost stopped breathing when Scott (the lead singer and oldest brother) looked at me and said, “Hey, you’re that girl from the Sally show!”
This spawned my love for everything bubblegum, and I hopped on the bandwagon for other pop artists as well: NSync, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, OTown, Mandy Moore, Justin Timberlake, New Kids on the Block…to name a few. My pop fix of the moment is Jesse McCartney – I can’t stop listening to his new song “How Do You Sleep,” which I’ve been obsessing over since he performed on Dick Clark’s Rockin Eve.
I watch the Disney Channel and have seen every High School Musical movie. I frequently call Zac Efron my boyfriend and the top 25 most played songs on my IPod include various songs from all 3 High School Musical Soundtracks, both Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana, Backstreet Boys, Jesse McCartney and Rhianna. I’ve read every Harry Potter book and seen all the movies. I was voted “Biggest Teenybopper” in high school and I frequently get shit from friends and co-workers about my choice in music, movies and TV shows.
I’m 26 years old and I’m not ashamed. Most people my age can’t stand the music I listen to, and my closest girlfriends refuse to watch any of the High School Musical movies with me. Why do I love this stuff? I guess because it’s not complicated. Listening to the HSM kids sing about prom or summer or basketball doesn’t make me sad because I’m single. Reading Harry Potter doesn’t make me think about the fact that my 22 year old sister is getting married before I am. Listening to this music puts me in a happy mood before work every morning and I constantly work out to this stuff at the gym because it makes me forget that I can’t breathe. I’m 26 on the outside and 16 on the inside and I don’t care. Because if I can continue to feel like I’m 16 years old for the rest of my life, I’m not going to care about really growing up.
Posted by Julie