Kill the Boy Band

The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure, and meaningful. It doesn't matter that it might ferment and taste different when you're older. That's the whole point of being a teenager—not worrying about the future.

— A dark and hilarious book about fangirl culture: the good(?) and the crazy bad! What a fun, fun read!

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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It's not every day you get to be alone with a member of the most popular boy band ever.

Wait. Let me rephrase that.

It's not every day you get to be alone with the biggest flop in the most popular boy band ever while he is blindfolded and bound to a hotel armchair.

So You Think the British Don't Have Talent?

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Somehow I knew we were going to meet The Ruperts. I didn't know yet if I would cry or scream or faint. And I know that sounds like the reaction you'd have while getting mugged or something, but getting mugged and meeting your idols was basically the same thing: a moment of pure hysteria where you lose our mind and all control. The Ruperts could do that to a person. They could do it to me. And I couldn't care less.

ok holy shit?? this went from 0 to 100 real quick