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Sunday, August 8, 2010

When Justin Bieber is a good thing...

(From a conversation with my 11 year-old step-sister a few days ago...)

Me: Hey kiddo, it's been a while since you've sent me some new pics of you... do you have anything new for me to check out?

Small Fry: Yeah, I do! I'll send you some today! I think you'll really like 'em.

Kimberly goes home, checks her email, finds new stuff from Small Fry. Open the first photo: innocent enough, just SF taking a MySpace-esque profile shot with her new hairdo. Head to the next photo, entitled (en espaƱol) "my boyfriend"......

Instant fury was mine!!!

Say what you will about Small Fry but I don't care who the kid is, I do NOT like the idea of an 11 year old girl having a boyfriend! It's just 74 trillion ways wrong! Immediately I bristled and was ready to let out all my unofficial big sister fury out on my dad, her mom, and the young boyfriend in question. NO ONE IS GOING TO DATE SMALL FRY WITHOUT LARGE FRY'S PERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then I opened the email attachment and saw that her boyfriend was none other than Justin Bieber.

Now, I have never been a fan of this child performer; I don't know if I'm too old or if he's just too girly-looking for my own personal fan-girl tastes, but I usually find him and his music to be quite irritating. Until it comes to being unofficially betrothed to 11 year-old girls. At that point, I find Justin Bieber to be the most fantastic invention to have ever come out of YouTube and/or recording company PR firms, and I am more than happy to consider myself the older, more haggard and unappreciative sister-in-law of the cherub-faced pop star. He's safe, harmless, and Canadian, far away from the 11 year-old that is so desperately wanting to grow up and experience her first love while the rest of us are left to stand by and suffer as we watch. Much like my undying devotion to Joe McIntyre of New Kids on the Block when I was a wee tween, there is no possible way that any wrongdoing could come out of such a pure, innocent love.

Seriously though, this is precisely why I have cats. My overly protective mommy-instincts are far too well-honed for me to deal with any of the "real" trials and tribulations that face parents of human children past a certain age. At least my babies' crushes only go as far as choice backyard encounters during the full moon! I don't know what I'd do if I found out Hana had the hots for Sylvester the Cat........

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well said Kimberly. As the father of an 11-year old girl, I whole heartedly agree with you :-)

Di said...

My crush, as an 11 year old (or close to it) was Leif Garrett. I do believe he grew from harmless popstar to drug addict. Love sucks....lol

ania said...

This is so funny :)

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