Last night a roomful of twenty and thirty-something women were given an opportunity to return to our childhoods-- and return we did. We screamed at the same pitch that I thought was only possible among pre-pubescent girls. We jumped up and down. We danced. We had The Right Stuff.
When New Kids in the Block were in their glory, I was one of the millions of little girls who was a dedicated fan. The first question among women, even today among their return to fame, is "who is your favorite new kid?" Mine is Jordan. Although, Joey has grown up to be quite hot, but Krista claims him so I'll stick to Jordan.
When I read the reviews this morning, it said 95% of the people at the concert were women. There were just a few men who got stuck with their wives or girlfriends and came along in hopes of... well, in hopes of things that men hope for. After the concert, I'd guess 95% of the men there got what they hoped for.
As far as I'm concerned, they were as good today as they were when I saw them as a nine-year-old girl-- my first ever rock concert. Last night I screamed as loud as I did as a nine-year-old, in fact, I don't think I've screamed like that since and I probably won't again (that is unless I hit up another NKOTB concert.) It was absolutely, totally and completely satisfying. I remember now why I loved this band (cheezy music and all.) They were good. They could work a crowd. They were the New Kids.
Props to a bunch of thirty-something men who were extremely popular as teenage boys and who can work a crowd of the same women who are 15 years more mature and loved them in their glory days. Props to the women, who could enjoy a boy band where we're all a bit more mature- wine, beer, husbands, babies and all. Props to a couple hours where we could all be kids again and remember what it's like to have a first crush.
Oh, and if I had a husband, last night, I would have left him for Jordan. I'm just saying.
When New Kids in the Block were in their glory, I was one of the millions of little girls who was a dedicated fan. The first question among women, even today among their return to fame, is "who is your favorite new kid?" Mine is Jordan. Although, Joey has grown up to be quite hot, but Krista claims him so I'll stick to Jordan.
When I read the reviews this morning, it said 95% of the people at the concert were women. There were just a few men who got stuck with their wives or girlfriends and came along in hopes of... well, in hopes of things that men hope for. After the concert, I'd guess 95% of the men there got what they hoped for.
As far as I'm concerned, they were as good today as they were when I saw them as a nine-year-old girl-- my first ever rock concert. Last night I screamed as loud as I did as a nine-year-old, in fact, I don't think I've screamed like that since and I probably won't again (that is unless I hit up another NKOTB concert.) It was absolutely, totally and completely satisfying. I remember now why I loved this band (cheezy music and all.) They were good. They could work a crowd. They were the New Kids.
Props to a bunch of thirty-something men who were extremely popular as teenage boys and who can work a crowd of the same women who are 15 years more mature and loved them in their glory days. Props to the women, who could enjoy a boy band where we're all a bit more mature- wine, beer, husbands, babies and all. Props to a couple hours where we could all be kids again and remember what it's like to have a first crush.
Oh, and if I had a husband, last night, I would have left him for Jordan. I'm just saying.
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