I love this blog. And when you really don’t have that much to do, it lends itself to be a perfect antidote to boredom. I try my best to stay informed by knowing everything I can about pop culture, politics, etc. (Not that I wouldn’t do that anyway…)
In fact, I am so dedicated to Six Words that I sacrificed two and a half hours of my life to watch Disney’s newest movie to jumpstart teenaged hormonal imbalance and lust in the preteen crowd: Camp Rock.
The Jonas Brothers are all this movie, but it’s Joe Jonas (the hottest, middle brother) that has an actual role. Poor Kevin Jonas has been Ike Hansoned-he only says dumb/sarcastic/funny lines and is completely aware of being the least bangable band member. Nick Jonas, I’d say how cute you are, but the fact that you were born in the 90s throws me off. Okay?
Jonas Brothers: FYI you all dress like a bunch of females, but it’s hot. It is, however, slightly disconcerting that my daily uniform of skinny jeans, flats, t-shirt, cardigan and a scarf is theirs as well. Except they look cooler. I get that. Whatev.
The plot, oddly enough, is strikingly similar to High School Musical-down to the quirky friend, bitchy blonde and Latina female protagonist. But HSM is way better. The music is better, the acting (can you even call it that?) is better, and dear god, even the plot is better. And hello, Zac Efron is in it.
My mother bravely accompanied me for about 15 minutes (as long as she could take) of this study of pop culture. During one scene where Joe Jonas is being an angsty boy with a guitar, my mother looked at me and said, “oh Kathleen, you would have LOVED him if you were 13.”
She’s right. I totally would have. And she would know, because she was right there with me during my teenyboppin’ years. For the record, I saw Britney (omg she totally lipsync’d the entire show), NSYNC (I like them so much more now than I did then, oddly enough) and the Backstreet Boys (Nick Carter, why didn’t you love me like I loved you?! You lost your chance with me. You are such a creeper now.) all within six months. I was a bubblegum nightmare.
But now, those are my bubblegum day dreams. (How poetic was that?) I am increasingly nostalgic for the days when glitter was okay to wear in public and I had Bath and Bodyworks’ entire collection. So my friends know that I often stray off the path of maturity (MUST…GET…JOB) and become unhealthily obsessed with what the youngins are in to. Like High School Musical. And I am not alone. Yeah, Walsh, I’m talking about you.
But I am not unhealthily obsessed with Camp Rock. It just doesn’t meet my pop gold standards. Joe Jonas is not worthy to even wash the feet of Zefron. I am looking forward to see how Disney markets this one. Perhaps JJonas and whatever that girl’s name is will start dating ala Zac and Vanessa? Can we expect naked pics and then a heartfelt apology and slap on the wrist from Disney? That would be complicated by the fact that the Jonas Brothers all wear purity rings. Ha! Scandalous!
But take my word for it, take those 2.5 glorious hours of your life and do something else. Like read this blog.
[Posted by Kathleen]
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