The Wrong Stuff

I was seven years old when the boys in New Kids On the Block were hangin' tough as the new teen heartthrobs. I have a few not-so-fond memories of trying to skate backwards to the tune of "The Right Stuff" at Skate Country. By the time I hit middle school, the New Kids had faded into welcome and predictable boy-band obscurity.

I remember how sad my friends and I thought it was to watch our parents' generation gyrating to the tunes of the reunited Rolling Stones. I think we can all agree that there isn't anything nearly so depressing as a sixty-year-old man in shiny stretch pants with a mic. (Except maybe the sixty-year-old women singing along in the front row.) So it is with great dismay that I report some disturbing news. Click here at your own risk: http://www.nkotb.com/

That's right, folks: a countdown to the reunion concert for the now almost 40-year-old members of New Kids on the Block. The Stones at least had an excuse. To their credit, they had produced some pretty good music. But a New Kids On the Block reunion? As if kids today didn't have enough fodder for making fun of children of the eighties, with our hammer pants and side ponytails, now we give them this.

It's a sad day for my generation.