Stage 1: DeNiall
Every other Friday I will be blogging about lack of shame on campus, in pop culture, and in my own life. In such a notoriously uptight city and university, we really need to get over ourselves and own up to our supposedly uncool traits.
Today is a big day.
Today is Niall Horan’s 20th birthday.
If you don’t know who Niall Horan is, allow me to enlighten you. Niall Horan is a cherubic creature bestowed upon this earth by the Irish gods of Mullingar to complete the holy paragon of boy bands that is One Direction. For the next 165 days, Niall and I will be the same age.
If you don’t know who I am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rebecca, and I am a junior and a proud Directioner. Shameless, in fact! I could list all the 1D paraphernalia I own, but I’m supposed to keep these blogs under 500 words. (The highlights include a set of cups featuring each beautifully coiffed dreamboat; their 100% official autobiography Dare To Dream: Life As One Direction; and a notebook that has them RIDING BICYCLES on the cover. Amazing.)
I clearly don’t have a problem with being a One Direction fan. I do have a problem, however, with the fact that I have to keep justifying why it is totally acceptable to like five talented men who are my age, who can sing and play instruments, and who have charming accents. How are my 1D posters any different from my Arctic Monkeys posters? The members of Arctic Monkeys are four talented men who are slightly older than me, who can sing and play instruments, and who have charming accents. Yet when I say I like Arctic Monkeys, I get way fewer eye rolls than when I say I like One Direction. This annoys me.
So can we please just stop with the eye-rolling and quit perpetuating this idea that everyone at Columbia has to like this one band that you’ve probably never heard of but here’s a copy of their EP that my aunt’s dog-walker’s cousin bought from a psychic salt-harvester on a rooftop in DUMBO #soindie??!?!?!!!!
The pressure to be whatever the MoHi equivalent of “cool” is these days is not only so high school, it’s also mega fun-sucking. My roommates last year can attest to the fact that observing my genuine Directionerism was (and still is) highly entertaining—mad props to them for listening as I regaled them with tales of my pilgrimages to the pop-up 1D store at MSG and my night spent sleeping on a subway grate to see them live on The Today Show. Those same roommates even let me live with them again this year (thanks guys <3).
I’m not saying I am a fount of endless entertainment and individuality just because I like One Direction. I’m saying that if we all had a little less shame regarding our interests, habits, and freak flags, we might all have a little more fun and laugh a little less derisively at each other.
So go like something unironically today, and if you can’t do it for me, at least do it for Niall. It’s his birthday, after all.
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