Well actually. Like most things, I like the idea of One Direction more than I like the actual band themselves. I don't know their songs. I don't know their names. I kind of know what they look like (or know enough about what my little sister likes in boys to assume) and I know they're in Australia right now because the excitement of the preteen female populous in my area has reached remarkable heights. I don't speak to many young girls but I do catch trains a lot and they are on them. Trust me.
One Direction fans are around, like Justin Beiber fans and Twilight fans, and we all know it. I love that. I love the manic obsessive teenage fandom, to the point where it's almost frightening. I love seeing young girls in white tshirts covered in black sharpie love hearts and '1D' scrawled anywhere it will fit. I love listening to them shush each other, huddled around someone's iPod listening to some acoustic remix of a song. I like remembering how I felt about The Beatles and drawing weird comparisons, 40-odd years too late.
I feel like being 'wholesome' is supremely underrated. For all the time I've spent trying to be cool, and being frustrated by the fact that I will just NEVER be cool, I've slowly come to realise that 'wholesomeness' is not such a bad thing. I feel like if you take all the nice happy things about being alive (not including the nice happy things that sometimes happen when we drink or smoke or swear or throw things), put them in both of your hands and then give yourself a high five, you get someone like Taylor Swift or a whole bunch of people like One Direction or even a whole MOVIE (High School Musical 1+2+3) and everything is swell in this weird world where hair is always perfect and being 'sad' is something to just sing about.
It's all just make believe I guess. I love that!
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