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a little bit of objectivity, please
Mar. 1st, 2003 09:31 amWoke up with my head reeling, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isilya seems to have taken it upon herself to write insanely hot Porny!Lambs, and dedicated to me! Eeee! Lance feels like a candy thief. Justin being the one in lovelust! He feels stupid because, he thinks, probably Justin doesn't play make-believe with just anyone... He thinks maybe he's the one who needs to read Cosmopolitan. While no one should seriously read Cosmo, my girl Isi rocks muchly, yes she does. Go read.
As far as my feelings for Justin, it's a mixed bag. I have no particular majority qualms, so it's not a hang-up about liking the golden child. He's a great dancer, he's a talented songwriter, he's clever, he's adorable, he's cuteness personified, he can work any crowd at all and he happens to be damn handsome. Someone else hold those against him because it isn't and won't be me. He endears himself more and more each time I see him, the same way JC enchants or Joey charms.
However. Somewhat irrationally on my part and short of animal cruelty on his, Lance will remain my favorite, and that, somewhat paradoxically, seems to have an inverse effect on my feelings toward Justin. Because Lance has worked as hard, and possibly harder than some, to get where he is and gets not nearly the same amount of (justified, heh) credit or success in his endeavours. JC is an intensely, profoundly talented boy who's been denied certain opportunities, acknowledgement, etc., however indirectly, because of Justin. Justin was proclaimed the frontman of a five-part boyband. His allegiances don't shift, grant you, but he's a little too willing to do whatever will please the people around him at that particular moment in time. And the solo album? I liked it, I truly did, but it's not exactly musical opus and Timbaland, the Neptunes, et al had a lot more than a little to do with the parts that were ingenious. He gets by with a little help from his friends, lalala, it's not anything really about Justin himself that makes me ambivalent, but rather what the people around him are willing to do for him, and at whose expense. It's not necessarily that he doesn't deserve it but that he seems to have a virtual monopoly on success, and as someone who's had to shed the cliched blood, sweat and tears (which, for the record, is the way I want it anyhow) for most everything she's had in life while watch other people have it practically handed to them, some part of me resents that.
And none of that really made it seem like I had a point, and possibly screamed "Wank me, please!" in parts, but there it is. The jealous brat thing might be in there too, but coupled with my overdeveloped personal investment in fairness. *shrug* I like the boy. I have issues with that. Moving right along...
As far as my feelings regarding Lambs, I think it manages to be the most versatile pairing in that it can take on any tone, most any scenario, interpretation, and withstands the timeline probability test. So when I open a new link, I'm never entirely sure what's on the other side, forgoing the Sandys of course. I like that. I like the idea of the two of them not being entirely compatible and working against some sort of grain, how they can bring out alternately the best and worst within each other.
So kids, who among us sends registered mail, the kind that post offices require you to prove that you are indeed the selfsame person as the addressee beyond any shadow of reasonable doubt before they'll release it to you, and puts said person's online monicker on the Send To line? Apparently, the Malaysian video company who supplies illicit boyband footage. We played 'guess where it's from' and 'wanna see my LJ?' before the gentleman asked if I had any form of identification with my dorm address on it. Can't believe I didn't think of it before - whipping out a checkbook is generally an effective way to make problems go away.
Justin in Will & Grace playing a gay gigolo who seduces Jack and they wrote it special for him? Boy's steadily running out of gay pop culture media to infiltrate, not that anyone's less than delighted.
Fred Durst's Page Six confessions as aired on the Howard Stern Show. Consensus seems to be that while our resident inane, nutty Bizkit frontman seems to have more or less reasonable grounds on which to claim a loosely-termed relationship with Miss Spears, the facts remain and it is much more likely that he got screwed over than any less idiomatic meanings of the word.
The boys in dresses? Lance is the supreme hotness, Joey and Chris are, lamentably, as ugly as one would imagine, JC is much too convincing, and Justin is still as adrogynously beautiful. (See? See? No love lost between La Timberlake and I. There's nothing not to love about a boy who loves to work it, heels or not. But if it means more convicing in the form of fic from you, then I can be two steps away from renouncing the fandom because he refuses to even vaguely grow back his lovely hair.)
Lance still needs to get more solos. Or just, you know, have his microphone turned up occasionally.
And now, lunch then Chicago. Because The Song That Shall Not Be Named is much too on our brains not to sing with Ri.
isilya seems to have taken it upon herself to write insanely hot Porny!Lambs, and dedicated to me! Eeee! Lance feels like a candy thief. Justin being the one in lovelust! He feels stupid because, he thinks, probably Justin doesn't play make-believe with just anyone... He thinks maybe he's the one who needs to read Cosmopolitan. While no one should seriously read Cosmo, my girl Isi rocks muchly, yes she does. Go read.As far as my feelings for Justin, it's a mixed bag. I have no particular majority qualms, so it's not a hang-up about liking the golden child. He's a great dancer, he's a talented songwriter, he's clever, he's adorable, he's cuteness personified, he can work any crowd at all and he happens to be damn handsome. Someone else hold those against him because it isn't and won't be me. He endears himself more and more each time I see him, the same way JC enchants or Joey charms.
However. Somewhat irrationally on my part and short of animal cruelty on his, Lance will remain my favorite, and that, somewhat paradoxically, seems to have an inverse effect on my feelings toward Justin. Because Lance has worked as hard, and possibly harder than some, to get where he is and gets not nearly the same amount of (justified, heh) credit or success in his endeavours. JC is an intensely, profoundly talented boy who's been denied certain opportunities, acknowledgement, etc., however indirectly, because of Justin. Justin was proclaimed the frontman of a five-part boyband. His allegiances don't shift, grant you, but he's a little too willing to do whatever will please the people around him at that particular moment in time. And the solo album? I liked it, I truly did, but it's not exactly musical opus and Timbaland, the Neptunes, et al had a lot more than a little to do with the parts that were ingenious. He gets by with a little help from his friends, lalala, it's not anything really about Justin himself that makes me ambivalent, but rather what the people around him are willing to do for him, and at whose expense. It's not necessarily that he doesn't deserve it but that he seems to have a virtual monopoly on success, and as someone who's had to shed the cliched blood, sweat and tears (which, for the record, is the way I want it anyhow) for most everything she's had in life while watch other people have it practically handed to them, some part of me resents that.
And none of that really made it seem like I had a point, and possibly screamed "Wank me, please!" in parts, but there it is. The jealous brat thing might be in there too, but coupled with my overdeveloped personal investment in fairness. *shrug* I like the boy. I have issues with that. Moving right along...
As far as my feelings regarding Lambs, I think it manages to be the most versatile pairing in that it can take on any tone, most any scenario, interpretation, and withstands the timeline probability test. So when I open a new link, I'm never entirely sure what's on the other side, forgoing the Sandys of course. I like that. I like the idea of the two of them not being entirely compatible and working against some sort of grain, how they can bring out alternately the best and worst within each other.
So kids, who among us sends registered mail, the kind that post offices require you to prove that you are indeed the selfsame person as the addressee beyond any shadow of reasonable doubt before they'll release it to you, and puts said person's online monicker on the Send To line? Apparently, the Malaysian video company who supplies illicit boyband footage. We played 'guess where it's from' and 'wanna see my LJ?' before the gentleman asked if I had any form of identification with my dorm address on it. Can't believe I didn't think of it before - whipping out a checkbook is generally an effective way to make problems go away.
Justin in Will & Grace playing a gay gigolo who seduces Jack and they wrote it special for him? Boy's steadily running out of gay pop culture media to infiltrate, not that anyone's less than delighted.
Fred Durst's Page Six confessions as aired on the Howard Stern Show. Consensus seems to be that while our resident inane, nutty Bizkit frontman seems to have more or less reasonable grounds on which to claim a loosely-termed relationship with Miss Spears, the facts remain and it is much more likely that he got screwed over than any less idiomatic meanings of the word.
The boys in dresses? Lance is the supreme hotness, Joey and Chris are, lamentably, as ugly as one would imagine, JC is much too convincing, and Justin is still as adrogynously beautiful. (See? See? No love lost between La Timberlake and I. There's nothing not to love about a boy who loves to work it, heels or not. But if it means more convicing in the form of fic from you, then I can be two steps away from renouncing the fandom because he refuses to even vaguely grow back his lovely hair.)
Lance still needs to get more solos. Or just, you know, have his microphone turned up occasionally.
And now, lunch then Chicago. Because The Song That Shall Not Be Named is much too on our brains not to sing with Ri.
