I watched Camp Rock.
Oh yes I did.
See, Saturday was just super crappy weather, it rained and rained, and so my joints ached something fierce.
And because they ached, the easiest, most non-painful thing to do was to lay on the couch all day and night.
I have watched pretty much every single movie we own at least 3 times each, so I clicked through the channels at 8pm and landed on ABC.
The Disney movie logo started across the screen, so I was like ok, cool, maybe a good animated film or something.
Nope.
ABC was doing the world broadcast premiere of Camp Rock with the Jonas Brothers.
I have teenage boys who enjoy the Disney animated movies, we all dig those, we are planning on going to see Wall-E if we can, but this tweeny bopper shit?
Um, no.
Mark and Sebastian would rather be stabbed in their eyeballs with hot knives, and have their ears cut off with a dull rusty nail, than to watch and listen to anything tween-ish.
They nearly died when their cousin Helena was here for a week last summer, and all she listened to was the High School Musical soundtrack.
The day my sister Jo took all of them to Busch Gardens for the day and Helena wanted to listen to the soundtrack on the car stereo, was a lesson in patience and selective hearing for the boys.
They were bug-eyed and stir crazy when she dropped them off late that night.
So anyway, I'm laying on the couch, nothing else is on tv at all, so I settled in and watched Camp Rock.
They heard some singing and came out to see what it was, and both of them in 2 part harmony said "Aww hell no. Mom! What are you watching?!"
I explained that there was nothing on, my bones hurt, so the Jonas Brothers it is.
They turned around and left, retreating to their game room, and closing the door tightly behind them.
I watched the entire thing, all the little conversations between the commercials and the movie where the Jonas Brothers talked up their album, what's going on at Disney, and promoting their new cd and video which was making it's world premiere at the end of the show.
I was mesmerized I tell ya.
I thought the movie was absolutely the suck, but I couldn't turn away from it.
I was like hypnotized by these teenagers on my screen.
The constant breaking out in song, the dancing, the absolute gayness of it all, held me captive.
I have absolutely no idea how mothers put up with this crap, and I don't understand how mothers can even be fans of this stuff.
I guess I would understand if I had a few pre-teen daughters who dug this shit, and because it is oh so wholesome and clean, it's good tv viewing for tweens, but dear god gag me.
It was sicky sweet, sugar-gumdrop gag-worthy crap.
And now there's a High School Musical 3 coming out?!
I haven't even seen the first 2, and honestly, you'd have to tie me down to a chair and pin my eyes open like in A Clockwork Orange, to make me sit through any of those.
If they are anything at all like Camp Rock, I'd sooner be dead.
But if you haven't seen it and want to, click that link up there and you can watch it absolutely free on the Disney website.
The whole thing.
I'm sure there are some tweens who will do just that, they'll watch it a gazillion times, because those Jonas Brothers are just so dang cute in their emo tight pants and sugary sweet good boy charm.
Me?
If I ever have to watch another one of these types of movies again, I'm going to make sure I have some booze on hand, and I'll make a drinking game out of it.
Every time some emo-tight-pants-wearing over the top happy boy breaks out in song or dance, I'll take a big drink.
That should make the movie much more enjoyable.
Comments
I'll bring the Tequila if I can join in your game!
I have a 13 yr old sis in law who is obsessed with Jonas Bros, Hannah Montana, and all that crap. It drives in insane!
Thank god she was influenced by her much older siblings, so if she's in a good mood she'll turn the crap off and play some rock while we're around. If she's in a bad mood she'll blast her teeny bopper crap until someone kills the power to her bedroom.
I guess I can't really say too much though. I admit I was blasted BSB and NKOTB back in my day.
Posted by: Jenn | June 24, 2008 1:51 PM
I was flipping around channels the other day, and landed on Hannah Montana. I could only stand about five minutes of that, and I had to find something else to watch.
I couldn't stand to have to watch and listen to that stuff all the time!
Posted by: Christine | June 24, 2008 2:13 PM
Ha Ha! Thank goodness my 12-year-old still likes Spongebob....
Posted by: Chris (Singer) | June 24, 2008 3:41 PM
Kat, I don't mean to offend you. I was a little shocked about remarks made on the Camp Rock post. Since I've been reading your blog, I've opened up to lots of different things... one being Athiest Philosophy. An Athiest loves himself and his fellow humans. Heaven is something we should work now. The you I've come to recognize by reading you blog daily, does not fit with the term fag boy. From what I've read, you seem to be an open minded and caring individual. Like I said, I don't mean to offend you. I would just hope that you take into consideration all fellow humans and not say something that has the power to cause pain.
Posted by: Gina | June 25, 2008 1:55 AM
All of what you said, + there is no telling what those 'good' kids are up to off camera. Maybe they are as good as Disney would have you believe, maybe not. But like you, I am SO glad my kids are past all that.
Posted by: Devilish Southern Belle | June 25, 2008 2:21 AM
I appreciate your comments, I really do.
I did not mean to offend anyone with that term, in my world, fag is not a hate term for homosexuals, who I believe have every right to be married and protected under the same laws as heterosexuals.
I was raised to use the term fag as someone who is happy go lucky, cheerful, and full of a pollyanna attitude all the time. It's not meant as a derogatory term by any means.
In England, a fag is a cigarette. I have a few British friends who use that term on their blogs all the time. They went outside at work for a fag break, faggots is a bundle of sticks.
The word fag has several meanings which can be found here; and it's a slang word used in many different societies and cultures to mean many different things to many different peoples.
But my intent was never to offend anyone, I seriously meant it the way I just told you, as a happy go lucky cheerful person.
I will delete the word from my post this one time out of respect to your offense at the word, but I do believe that people need to not get so stuck on a word that they deem as hateful.
Not everyone views every single word the same way in this world.
As for being open minded, I seem to be exactly that.
It is others who are closed minded and judgmental, taking things the entire wrong way, not allowing for the possibility of other word meanings.
If we become so stuck on words, we'll never get past them to see anything but the term we define it as in our own heads.
Open up your mind a little.
Here is another source for the word. How did a term for a bundle of sticks, come to mean a homosexual?
Posted by: Kat | June 25, 2008 2:22 AM