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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Alejandra. Alejandra was good and sweet, and one day Alejandra got to go to a Backstreet Boys concert. Alejandra danced the night away in the front row, and Kevin Richardson, Prince Charming himself, gave her a teddy bear, proof of his undying love. Alejandra, being good and sweet, wrote an article for The Harvard Crimson about the concert and her adoration of the Fab Five. But alas, the bell tolled midnight, and Alejandra's coach turned into a pumpkin, her gown to tatters and her reputation to dirt...
...people whispered behind me in the dining hall, and I was forced to face the constant taunting of my prefectees, who officially dubbed me the "loser prefect." Yes, I used to be cool, I used to be composed. But after I professed my (perfectly legitimate) love of the Backstreet Boys to the world, I became a freak...
...started to dance and I began to reconsider my marriage proposal from Kevin Richardson. (Especially when he was off getting married to someone else that very week! The nerve!) In the ocean of light-sticks amidst the dark and warm summer night, I thought "Yeah, they're not the Backstreet Boys, but that Justin Timberlake can sure shake his booty...
While the Backstreet Boys and Nsync engage in a pissing match over who can sell the most hamburgers, Britney Spears actually has the chance to elevate herself above the teen pop fray and start to mature. After all, Christina Aguilera still can't shake her Grand Slut title, the 98 Degrees boys are still souped up on steroids and can't dance, Jessica Simpson has the vocabulary of a third grader, Mandy Moore isn't legal, etc. But then Britney embarrassed everyone and their mother by a) covering the Rolling Stone's "Satisfaction" live at the Video Music Awards...
First Crimson Arts Comp meeting is Monday, Sept.25 at 8 p.m. in The Crimson. Arts is the bomb-diggety. Come check it out. My cutting-edge mom said ecstatically the other day, "I don't like the Backstreet Boys or 'NSync anymore. They're sooo old news. Now I like the Thong Song!"... The boo-hoo fest that is NBC Olympics coverage can only be handled a) on an empty stomach and b) when taped and fast forwarded strategically. Otherwise you have to sit through random cultural segments which have nothing to do with anything, choppy coverage, annoying commentators...