You might be a ’90s baby if you’re (still) obsessed with boy bands

When I was 11, I was convinced that I would marry Justin Timberlake.

In addition to possessing tree-climbing abilities or having the latest hit clips in your collection, it was in vogue to claim celebrity boyfriends among my friends. And Justin Timberlake was mine.

I don’t know about you, but the blonde, brillo-pad look just does it for me.
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This weekend, my already-claimed boo went off the market in an Italian instant as he said his “I Do’s” with the always-perfect Mary Camden Jessica Biel. JT’s nuptials not only signified his love for another woman (the nerve!) but they symbolize something else–another closed door on my childhood.

“The other woman”?
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But don’t be fooled. Just because I’ve officially reached the age where there are now more weddings than themed birthday parties doesn’t mean I will fully succumb to adulthood yet. And just because my childhood, celebrity boyfriend is off-limits, what he became famous for is not. At least not for me.

Yes, I am 22 and I am still obsessed with boy bands. And if you say you don’t jam out to “Bye, Bye, Bye” in your car when you’re alone, well then you’re a terrible liar.

“Tearin’ Up My Heart” at age 11
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With the bridge into the new millennium came the end of an era for a while, and while all of us 90’s babies were supposed to grow up, I still held on tight with both hands when it came to my pop music.

This may or may not have been a wall outside of our dorm room at one point. And while it was a joke, I still appreciate the masterpiece. Too much?

I was elated to discover that boy bands were making a comeback this past year and I dove into that indulgence head-first. I rock out to little (okay, a lot) of *NSYNC Pandora. I watched the Backstreet Boys when they were on Good Morning America this summer. And hey, One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” might be my current ringtone. I am 100 percent okay with all of that.

“The new boy band” — I don’t discriminate.
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Nothing screams childhood more than the melodious, nonsensical lyrics of ‘MMBop, and nothing makes me nostalgic like my favorite *NSYNC album.

I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m a huge 90’s girl…and I probably always will be.

I’ll take your rap music and I’ll raise you a “Tearin’ Up My Heart” or “I Want it That Way” any day.