Backstreet Boys liked the back ways, eh!!! ;-D Saucy wenches!
… and I was like :-S “wait, whaaaaaat?”. Boy bands. They were one of the things most hated by me when they suddenly exploded in a flurry of tribal tattoos and hair-gel in the mid-90s. (That only serves to highlight the age difference between Vero and I). I brushed by The New Kids on the Block, but only while their new-ness lasted. As soon as the New Kids were more like Old News, I kissed them “Bye bye bye”…
Did you see what I did there? No? That's 'cuz you're STUPID, Jordan!
Not much time passed before I started squealing about other dudes… the bad-ass dudes:
Not much better for the show, though
… I don’t know if deep down my lust after ”rough”-looking guys was just my way of rebelling (yeah, as rough as you can get while dressing up in pleather and satin shirts), but I honestly liked the music *sigh*… and I honestly developed huge crushes on these guys.
I got SO pissed when the buys from school pointed out Tom Keifer looked like Ednita Nazario ... mostly because they were right!
It was all very honest… and a little bit too obsessive. I papered my walls from bottom to ceiling with posters of Slaughter, Cinderella, Motley Crue, Poison, Nelson Nelson, etc etc etc. All long-haired dudes, all over my walls.
I guess my mother felt like parents from the 60′s felt when their girls went apeshit over The Beatles, with the difference that the objects of my affection were not all that wholesome-looking and had a reputation of being “the spawns of the devil” (a myth my mother bought into all too easily). I only did what any self-respecting teen would: I moved onto darker, uglier shit:
He's so dreamy!
I eventually stopped developing crushes on strangers based only on their photographs and finished products of corporate music. My fangirl days were over … until I saw this dude:
..oooh, that sunken chest! ...
… and then I became so dangerously close to being a paedophile that I just simply not talk about my crushes anymore. End of story.
