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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.