Don't lie to me. I know that when N'Sync or Backstreet Boys came on the radio, you rolled up your windows and rocked it. You sang at the top of your lungs like a 13 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert. Sure, there was some guilt and self-loathing afterward, but don't tell me you didn't jam "I Want it that Way." I do not believe you.
So...let's be honest here and admit our guilty pleasures in music. I'll start the confessionals:
Lady GaGa - I. Can. Not. Help. It. Song...so...catchy...
Backstreet Boys, N'Sync, 98 Degrees - I have a Backstreet Boys cd in my case turned backward so you can't see what it is. In my defense, I did not buy it. I only borrowed it from an ex and forgot to give it back. For reals.
Katy Perry - So terrible...yet I cannot manage to will myself to change the radio station.
Have at it. Admitting it to yourself is the first step. Owning your shortcomings to others is the next step towards healing. There is strength in numbers. I love you guys.