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aruanI'm so annoyed with you already, 20/20, and it's only the teaser segment.
"The voice of *NSYNC?"
"Will he split with *NSYNC for good?"
"Is he ready to reveal the secrets of his star-powered romance?"
::kicks idiot producers but good::
But then they let the boy speak, and wow, please, everyone else on this program go curl up and die because:
Re: Britney's 'good morals' definition:
"Sure. ...Sure."
-There are facial expressions and strategic suprasegmentals and the most truly amused snickers I've ever heard. It's beautifully eloquent.
The program itself:
-Big, juicy *word* to whoever (prob. Sandy) said that the day someone who knows the first thing about *NSYNC, Justin, and the history there will be an interview worth watching. First rule of being a journalist is to know your subject matter, be familiar with the background *before* you go into the interview. And when you're dealing with something like *NSYNC and the boys, where they're as much media hype and speculation as actual truth, you take the time to consider your sources and sort your facts. People (*cough*Walters*cough*) who are utterly dismissive of the genre and want to talk about it anyway need to be dealt with in the same swift manner one takes when speaking with someone who assumes to know one's life based on the fact that they've watched them *perform* on a *stage* putting on a *show*.
-"Teenage girls squealing with delight." Far be it for me to dispute this, but they make it sound like they're the only ones who have the fun. Heh.
-So wait, he's the "most popular member of *NSYNC because he dated Britney Spears? I admit sixth grade logic was a long time ago, but that's some interesting Ps implying some obscure Qs there.
-Yes, he's a mama's boy. Got a problem with that? I love my mother, too, and I'll cite her in my acceptance speeches and call her the moment they let me off stage. I'll thank her in my author's notes and credit her in my success for bringing me up the best she could, giving up anything and everything along the way to do so. Everyone should be so lucky.
-The MMC clip! Aiyee! JC was so much taller! Justin was even less real boy-looking next to him. That's an intense amount of history. Knowing them now, I keep forgetting these boys were ever that young and practically grew up together.
-The next person who's lived in the melting pot of the world and done international news programs and can't recognize JC's last name as French and pronounce it accordingly needs to be dealt with accordingly.
-He was *fourteen.* My god, he was fourteen. Middle school. A year and a half on another continent, and as any American can attest practically another *world,* at that age and my god. I mean yeah, like he said, not alone, but the closest was Lance at sixteenish and even that's a lifetime away at that age. *cuddles resilient woobie*
-The sly smile for the beatboxing comment! *adores*
-"The funny thing about becoming famous is that by the time you make enough money to buy stuff, everybody gives you stuff for free."
-That flame tattoo is rather large. It's my favorite album, so word, but yeah. Nice.
-Oh my god, shut UP, Barbara, before I *find* a way to rewind time and jump into my television about choke all the breakup-pushing innuendo from your damn throat. Fuck.
-Aaaaw! The little girl in the general store, so sweet!
-Justin singing in his kitchen! Much, much too cute. I dance in mine. My socks slide on the wood parquet. Something about that space.
-"It all fell apart." No. No, four-year relationships do *not* just 'fall apart.' Things happen, people change - something that involved, that committed doesn't just distill like sugar in water. Let the boy be. Be a compassionate human being and let him write his songs and move on with his life.
-Justin on the piano was a joy to watch and listen to.
-I wonder how long it took such a sweet, honest, sincere boy to master that kind of detached, objective face when Barbara Walters, renown for making people cry if nothing else, asks him painful questions about the details of how his four-year, first love relationship ended. It makes me sad that he ever had to learn.
-Honesty is so sexy. And so hard in the entertainment business. Expensive. Painful. He's gotta love what he does *so* much to give these things of himself for the fans and by default open himself to the criticism of the rest of the world.
-It just occurred to me that the interview is over, and we've said nothing new, explored no grounds other than the long-ago overexploited wastelands of his otherwise impossibly rich life's landscape.
I don't think I've ever seen an episode of 20/20. How people have tolerated the drivel for countless seasons, much less that woman, is beyond my comprehension.
"The voice of *NSYNC?"
"Will he split with *NSYNC for good?"
"Is he ready to reveal the secrets of his star-powered romance?"
::kicks idiot producers but good::
But then they let the boy speak, and wow, please, everyone else on this program go curl up and die because:
Re: Britney's 'good morals' definition:
"Sure. ...Sure."
-There are facial expressions and strategic suprasegmentals and the most truly amused snickers I've ever heard. It's beautifully eloquent.
The program itself:
-Big, juicy *word* to whoever (prob. Sandy) said that the day someone who knows the first thing about *NSYNC, Justin, and the history there will be an interview worth watching. First rule of being a journalist is to know your subject matter, be familiar with the background *before* you go into the interview. And when you're dealing with something like *NSYNC and the boys, where they're as much media hype and speculation as actual truth, you take the time to consider your sources and sort your facts. People (*cough*Walters*cough*) who are utterly dismissive of the genre and want to talk about it anyway need to be dealt with in the same swift manner one takes when speaking with someone who assumes to know one's life based on the fact that they've watched them *perform* on a *stage* putting on a *show*.
-"Teenage girls squealing with delight." Far be it for me to dispute this, but they make it sound like they're the only ones who have the fun. Heh.
-So wait, he's the "most popular member of *NSYNC because he dated Britney Spears? I admit sixth grade logic was a long time ago, but that's some interesting Ps implying some obscure Qs there.
-Yes, he's a mama's boy. Got a problem with that? I love my mother, too, and I'll cite her in my acceptance speeches and call her the moment they let me off stage. I'll thank her in my author's notes and credit her in my success for bringing me up the best she could, giving up anything and everything along the way to do so. Everyone should be so lucky.
-The MMC clip! Aiyee! JC was so much taller! Justin was even less real boy-looking next to him. That's an intense amount of history. Knowing them now, I keep forgetting these boys were ever that young and practically grew up together.
-The next person who's lived in the melting pot of the world and done international news programs and can't recognize JC's last name as French and pronounce it accordingly needs to be dealt with accordingly.
-He was *fourteen.* My god, he was fourteen. Middle school. A year and a half on another continent, and as any American can attest practically another *world,* at that age and my god. I mean yeah, like he said, not alone, but the closest was Lance at sixteenish and even that's a lifetime away at that age. *cuddles resilient woobie*
-The sly smile for the beatboxing comment! *adores*
-"The funny thing about becoming famous is that by the time you make enough money to buy stuff, everybody gives you stuff for free."
-That flame tattoo is rather large. It's my favorite album, so word, but yeah. Nice.
-Oh my god, shut UP, Barbara, before I *find* a way to rewind time and jump into my television about choke all the breakup-pushing innuendo from your damn throat. Fuck.
-Aaaaw! The little girl in the general store, so sweet!
-Justin singing in his kitchen! Much, much too cute. I dance in mine. My socks slide on the wood parquet. Something about that space.
-"It all fell apart." No. No, four-year relationships do *not* just 'fall apart.' Things happen, people change - something that involved, that committed doesn't just distill like sugar in water. Let the boy be. Be a compassionate human being and let him write his songs and move on with his life.
-Justin on the piano was a joy to watch and listen to.
-I wonder how long it took such a sweet, honest, sincere boy to master that kind of detached, objective face when Barbara Walters, renown for making people cry if nothing else, asks him painful questions about the details of how his four-year, first love relationship ended. It makes me sad that he ever had to learn.
-Honesty is so sexy. And so hard in the entertainment business. Expensive. Painful. He's gotta love what he does *so* much to give these things of himself for the fans and by default open himself to the criticism of the rest of the world.
-It just occurred to me that the interview is over, and we've said nothing new, explored no grounds other than the long-ago overexploited wastelands of his otherwise impossibly rich life's landscape.
I don't think I've ever seen an episode of 20/20. How people have tolerated the drivel for countless seasons, much less that woman, is beyond my comprehension.
