According to my mom, I committed a capital offense when I told my Tita Baby that I didn’t like her Christmas gift. This was Christmas 1991, and my aunt had given me a New Kids on the Block video. Didn’t she know that I was a Goth?! That I liked alternative music (quite a new genre then), and that I loathed pop?! I mean c’mon! Didn’t the black nail polish, heavy black eyeliner, and all black clothes give her a clue?! So I looked at the video and protested silently. No, it wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful for the gift. I just wanted her to know who I was, that I didn’t like that kind of music, and that I had better taste than that! So after much deliberation, I went up to her and told her point blank that I didn’t like New Kids on the Block, thank you very much.
My mom caught wind of it, yanked me aside, and told me to apologize. Which I did. But I took the video home and promptly threw it in a donation bin the first chance I got.
I was reminded of that Christmas so long ago when my friend Sol emailed me recently asking if I wanted to go with her and see NKOTB in concert. Yeah I literally laughed out loud just remembering. I was so damn adamant about not liking them and being a music snob back in the day. It’s comical really. But hey, when you’re young, you often define your sense of self by your likes and dislikes. So what can I say? I loathed NKOTB then because they made cheesy pop music and clearly had no musical merit! Hee-hee.
But now, I think the kids are alright. I think of them with nostalgia because I’m a child of the 80’s and early 90’s after all. I lived through the NKOTB craze and remember their heydey. And as much as I hate to admit it, who can forget their popular anthems? Hangin’ Tough? Or Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh…The Right Stuff?! You got the right stuff, baby! I love the way you turn me on!
So welcome back, NKOTB! I may not be watching you in concert and elbowing all the other middle-aged women out of the way, but I give you guys props.


Check out the new hotness! I got my latest tattoo this past Tuesday. My mom-in-law was supposed to watch Lil’ C while I got it done but couldn’t at the last minute. So…I ended up bringing her to the tattoo joint! Yeah, what kind of mom brings her baby to get a tat done? Well, that kind of mom is *me.* I looked a bit sheepish but then no one said anything and everyone was chill about it. I’m sure they’ve seen all sorts of characters walk through their doors. Additionally, one of the tattoo artists actually brought his 4-year old daughter with him to work that day so I made friends with her and we drew pictures while waiting for my tattoo artist to get ready. See, it wasn’t all bad.




