I already told you that my daughter loves One Direction’s song, What Makes You Beautiful. Now I have another confession.
And it’s an embarrassing one.
But I’m going to tell you anyway.
I love that bubble-gum song by the silly boy band, too. And when I say I love it, I don’t just mean I think it’s catchy and will hum along should it happen to come on the radio. Oh no. I mean that I will search it out on the radio, crank it up and sing along as loudly as my far-from-teenaged lungs can manage. I mean that I have been driven to defend it to my friends who point out (and rightfully so, I suppose) that I am about 20 years past that band’s target audience, and don’t I feel just a little ridiculous?
Yeah, I really love it.
Why? Why am I
obsessed with such a fan of this silly song? Is it that the first notes of the song (and the video, if you must know) echo the song Summer Nights from Grease, one of my favorite musicals/chick flicks/movies ever? Is it that I admire the songwriter’s audacity to consider rhyming “make-up” and “cover up” acceptable? Is it that I simply love the floppy hair and sweet harmonies of British boy bands?
Um, no. (Although, I’m not going to start lying now. I do love every single one of those things.)
I love this song because it says the words I long to hear.