I'm so conflicted right now that it hurts. I found out through an anonymous source (okay, it was Brooke) that my ex-beloved, Nick Carter, had been arrested for DUI. Not unusual since Nick has not gotten any publicity since the girlfriend-beating allegations and break-up with Paris Hilton (I don't condone hitting women. Shaking the shit out of them is fine, but in this case I might make an exception). We all know that a good DUI charge will a celebrity's face back in the news, even if it is only an ugly mugshot picture.
So, sad little Nick Carter is claiming that he didn't realize the implications from some prescription drugs would cause the reaction with the alcohol and BAM! He's back in the spotlight. I'm a little sad to find out that the new Backstreet Boys album is due out this summer. I'm more sad because it just doesn't hold the excitement for me that it did a mere 5 years ago in college. Am I actually growing up? Or does my real boyfriend finally trump the fake ones?
Okay, so I have taken and will continue to take a lot of flak for my somewhat obsessive Backstreet behavior which is rather unlike my personality. However, I do have to say in my defense that just because I liked the Backstreet Boys does not mean that I did not realize that it was bad music. I know the difference, but their jaunty harmonies and lyrics that I couldn't think about or risk ruining the illusion kept me entertained. It also allowed me a couple of minutes to think about something silly in a time when those couple of minutes kept me sane. And for that, I thank the Backstreet Boys or Max Martin or Lou Perlman or whoever else was clever enough to get them together and then swindle them out of millions.