Wednesday, April 2, 2008

i hope this wasn't an april fool's prank.

This MTV Canada show I was half-watching earlier tonight said NKOTB and 90210 are coming back.

In case you didn't reach puberty during the late 80s and early 90s, Jason Priestley, Joe McIntyre, and Jordan Knight (and to a lesser extent, the remaining male band and cast members) were every girl's objects of affection. I, along with the rest of the female tween population of that time (Only we weren't called that. Those days, SM malls declared us to be "pre-teens". Sounds so archaic now.) slept with dreams of these, uh, dreamboats dancing in our heads.

Love, then, meant sweet notes on perfumed stationery, holding hands while waiting for ice cream, pecks on the cheek, and having songs written about and for you, preferably with words like "heart" and "forever" and perhaps best of all, "lollipop" (I do not like Googling as much as I think, so bonus points for you if you find this song I'm thinking about) in them. Love meant Joe pleading with you to please don't go, and Brandon rescuing you from his bitchy, social-climbing twin sister. It did NOT mean watching Tommy Lee bang his drums, followed by you plotting your underthings' trajectory toward him while shivering with revulsion (mostly directed to yourself) and need.

You see why it's so important that I get to see NKOTB and those 90210-ers back doing their thing? Forget about reclaiming lost youth and all that. Me, i just want to avoid getting hepatitis-C.