I Have Found a New Love: One Direction

Hi guys, I know I’m supposed to be on bloggy vacation and all (and I am, really), but I recently had an experience that rocked my world so violently I just had to blog about it.

I have been a bit down in the dumps lately, but this new discovery has brought new meaning to my life. I feel as though a transcendent light is now shining from deep within the enclaves of my soul. I won’t keep you in the dark any longer; I shall now reveal the source of my newfound illumination:

One Direction.

No, it is not a support group for lost souls roaming purgatory. Nor is it a rehab center for nudists. Neither is it a discount clothing store for aging hippies.

It is a boy band.

But not just any boy band – the hottest, cutest, most talented boy band in the WORLD!

You think I’m being ironic. I’m not. I’m as serious as irritable bowel syndrome. I… LOVE THEM!

I saw the group for the first time during their smash performance on Saturday Night Live last week. Check it out:


Now are you with me? I’m not exactly sure why Liam keeps holding his weiner – maybe he’s trying to push down a boner? No matter, I totally threw my panties at the teevee.*

I must say, prior to this revelation, I had not been a fan of any boy band, ever. I simply couldn’t understand why scores of pre-pubescent girls would fall all over themselves for these terribly un-cute, moderately talented – yet severely annoying – moppets.

New Kids on the Block? New Crap on the Cock.

N’Sync? N’Suck.

Jonas Brothers? No-nads Brothers.

Despised them all! But One Direction (or “1D,” for those of us in the know) changed all that. Now I get it. And how, do I get it!

These young bucks are nothing short of super duper quadruper DREAMY (except maybe the blonde, who reminds me of Dennis the Menace). And that song! What’s not to like? It’s got that oh-oh-oh and that na-na-na and that skippy dippy beat that makes me wanna get up and shake my booty like it’s Friday every day of the week.

If loving 1D is wrong… then I’m wrong.

In accordance with the rules of boy band fandom, I have selected a favorite: Harry Styles. He’s the one with the floppy hair and the baby face. Okay, they all have baby faces. He’s the one with the preemie face.

Like any good stalker, I Googled Harry and discovered a few telling pieces of information. He’s 18. Barely – but totally – legal! His favorite color is blue. That is, like, my fourth favorite color! He’s British. I love accents! And get this… he’s dating a 32-year-old woman. He likes older women!!

And OMG!! Guess what, guys! I just took this test to find out which 1D member was my soul mate… and it was Harry!!! On the first try, even! This is total serendipity. I’m over the moon!


I will totally go Mary Kay Letourneau on that ass. I will fondle his underdeveloped chest with a ferocity he’s never known and then we shall weep in each other’s arms at the sheer rapture of it all.

I’ve made a collage of Harry for my screen saver.

I know exactly what you’re about to write, Mr. Bitter, Clever Commenter: “If it were a guy writing this he’d be considered a sick, reprehensible pervert!”

Oh, I KNOW! Isn’t it fantastic? Finally, a sexual double standard that actually works in my favor. You can bet your sweet ass I’m going to seize the crap out of it.

Now, if you’ll pardon me, it is imperative that I grab the latest issue of BOP magazine and some scissors to make some 1D wallpaper for my bedroom.

*UPDATE: To my extreme dismay, the SNL performance was removed from everywhere on the interwebs. So I posted the “official” video. They still look totally yummy, you just don’t get to see Liam’s boner. Sad face.

37 replies

  1. A post about boy bands that wasn’t bashing them that I actually found entertaining??? Nice work. (… although it could just be the boner mention…)

    And, hey, I luuuuuurrved me some NKOTB. Back in the 90s. Not now. Didn’t they try to get back together or something? What a terrible idea.

    • Boners will do that.

      I think they not only got back together, but coalesced with Backstreet Boys to form one uber super fortified boy band on steroids. They called it BSBNKOTB or some shit. Women in their 40s were going to the concerts and flashing their mammaries at them. Nuts, huh?

  2. I’m not sure if you’re being serious or sarcastic…. if this is real, I’m sorry to say but you’ve lost me as a reader…

    • Gasp! Noooo! Not that! Don’t take away your readership, I’ll do anything. You don’t want it to be real? Fine, it’s not real! Just say you’ll stay, pleeeeeeeease!!!

      Did you think this comment was serious or sarcastic? For you to decide. I’ll never tell.

      • Well that’s obvious, but I’m still unsure about the original post. Looks like I’m still reading too. 😉

  3. omfg, I couldn’t even make it thru the first minute ….and I like some pretty ghey shit, i.e. Katy Perry . ..so I got no room to judge, but I’m doing it anyway!:P

  4. all I can say is…. Duuuude, what the freaking crap is wrong with you??? You are a grown woman, slap yourself (or let someone else slap you – if you know what I mean) and get over it! :)))))

  5. Oh honey – you have been bitten by the 1D bug haven’t you! I must be the only woman alive under 50 that really gets irritated by them, clearly this is a genetic error on my part. Give me Ryan Gosling and/or Jamie Foxx and girlie, I hear you! Ooh wonder if I could have them both. At the same time. Hmmm. Excellent blogging as always…missed your musings! xx

    • Thank you my love. See, Ryan Gosling doesn’t do it for me. And Jamie Foxx REALLY doesn’t do it for me. But that’s way cool, so we don’t have to compete. And I’m pretty sure I can take the 2 million tweens.

  6. You are freaking hilarious! I love your blogs. Just had to share that. Thanks for somehow managing to speak the things we all think, and amplify the fun/ filth factor tenfold. Love your work, Amelia x

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