Heh, for example I have no interest in the Hunger Games.
GASP TREASON!!!
Why? Do they not make associated bedding?
Oh, is that what you call wanting to buy Justin Bieber’s hair?
Well, until they close the hospital and you lose your job, anyway.
If by “enjoy pop music on the side” you mean “obsess over pre-pubescent boys to the point of sexualizing them and blogging about the probable growth status of their arm pit and pubic hair” then I agree.
I laughed.
So, I’m about the same age as the OP and I’m a bit boggled by the fact that despite some superficial similarities, I have absolutely nothing in common with her. Like not one thing.
However OP, I do hope you are able to get your ticket woes sorted and enjoy the show even if you’re not quite close enough to get sprayed by teenage boyband sweat.
Oh it’s you. (What took so long?)
It would be cool to have Justin Bieber’s hair. Do you not understand pop culture or something?
You know this thing called the Hard Rock Cafe full of guitar pics and posters and gold records and grade school pix of pop stars and how these are valuable and part of our lives? And how jillions of people flock to see them? I’m not the oddity, if anything I’m the norm. I just happen to be in a time and place in my life where I can focus on it.
that is not my blog duh
Pictures are far, far different than freaking body parts.
This is the point I keep making to my kids… and their friends’ parents-- who bitch about concert prices: The competition for concerts isn’t just other venues or performers. It’s watching on YouTube, buying a CD, downloading tunes (or an album, or the specific concert), streaming, etc.
Or … finding a different interest that isn’t full of scalpers and scum (I hear the model train brokers haven’t figured out how to fix prices yet).
I can just see it now:
voguevixen to friend: ya, looks like I’m not going to that concert
friend: what? why not, you love them?
voguevixen: I know, but DianaG said it’s not okay
friend: who the fuck is DianaG?
voguevixen: well, she’s a poster on the internet, apparently she knows what is okay and not okay for everyone else
friend: ???
I’ve been to the Hard Rock Cafe and I’ve never seen hair there.
Also, people are interested in music and musicians. They don’t generally know the blood type and pants size and armpit hair arrangement of their favorite celebrities. And most people don’t talk about celebrities and their friends using their first names as though they know them personally.
Haha - have you seen what Pyrex goes for in a thrift store versus an “antique” store? LOLOL!
To say nothing of the fact that you are over forty years old and are obsessed with a teenaged boy. Has it never occurred to you that this is not normal behavior among your peers? Haven’t you noticed that none of your friends in your age group behave the way you do? Does that not tell you something?
I enjoy pop music as well. That doesn’t extend to bidding on celebrity body parts or sleeping on pictures of their faces, because I’m not 13 and am able to enjoy music without idolizing the musicians, let alone fantasizing about having some personal bond with them.
You’ve chosen a pass-time guaranteed to alienate other adults, whom you then dismiss as jus’ jellus because they’re not as “with it” as you are. Why do you not want to sit at the grownup’s table?
Hair is not a “body part” though. It’s hair. A kidney is a body part (and btw Liam from One direction only has one functioning kidney! Also Harry has 4 nipples and 11 toes.)
They did sell Beatle bedding at one point, by the inch if memory serves.
Because you are a pill, daddio. I’m perfectly happy with my legions of 14 year old Twitter and Tumblr followers. I just don’t want you to use StubHub because they are assholes.
Remember the StubHub?
I dunno. If you’re in there saving lives for a living, I’m willing to cut you loads of slack on the whole Bieber/pop music thang. Any doctor/nurse/tech in the operating room/cardiac catheterization lab/endoscopy suite gets my hearty endorsement to do whatever the hell they want when they’re off duty.
What do you do? How do you save lives?
I have not noticed that. No. My peers apparently do not have as rigid and uptight a definition of “normal” as you do.
I googled “One Direction”; clearly none of them is prepubescent.
What? When did I say it was a “body part”? I just said that I’ve never seen hair at Hard Rock.
And you know who bought the Beatles bedding? 13 year old girls.