Ah, New Kids on the Block. How could any of us remember you without some mixture of love and loathing?
The blog Mixed Tape Masterpiece is doing a phenomenal job of recapping and discussing the hits of yesteryear. This one makes me stop because I cannot hear the basketball-beat opening without remembering those ridiculous pins and the pink walls of my sister’s room (broken by pictures of Donny and Joey) back in 1989.
Thanks for this, Mix Tape Masterpiece. Now I have to go listen to this song.
Oh, New Kids On The Block, you had the right stuff, no question. I’ve already written about how most of us boys in junior high hated you, and I myself was conflicted. Back then, we were all jealous of you because our female counterparts had it bad for you bunch even though there was no way you guys were going to show up in our neck of the woods, much less date one of our pretty classmates. Not saying they wouldn’t have been worth dating, New Kids On The Block, but it was a numbers game. It was the same reason that I wasn’t going to be holding hands with Debbie or Tiffany or Alyssa or my beloved Staci Keanan. You just accepted it and moved on. I mean, come ON, New Kids On The Block, me and my fellow males were right THERE. We were prepared…
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