The Life of a Blockhead

( Thank you Cheri for writing this)
We wake up in the morning, and we see their faces. They’re looking so good, everything’s in place!
No, really, being a blockhead is a very special, very rewarding experience. Unless you’re a Blockhead…you just don’t get it. It’s not like being a fan of say, Metallica, or 50 Cent. It’s not even like being a Fanilow. Blockheads are in a class of their own.
Blockheads get certain perks, like long lasting friendships, meet-ups, and after/before parties. We get videos and blogs. We even get cruises! The concerts are off the hook, and don’t get me started on the tweeting.
The day I realized this truly was something special was the day Donnie Wahlberg said in an interview “You know, all the fans keep telling us thank you for coming back, but they are the ones that deserve the thanks.”
That just blew me away. Us? Thanks? For what? Showing up? Without THEM, none of this would be possible. Without their families giving up time with their men. Without THEM giving up parts of their lives. And he wants to thank US? I just don’t get that. I can’t understand why us? They give up SO much, we just show up! The sacrifices they have made…
When you’re a blockhead you learn certain terminology like ‘Macanatomy’ and ‘Jontourage’. If you don’t know what ‘Jordangate’ or ‘Onlinegate’ is, you’re not a blockhead. Ever hear of the GML Divas? Do you see an owl and chuckle? How about Toni Spelelli or Watson? Don’t even get me started on TINK!
Do you see a picture of Joe in his Joker pants circa 1990 and think…omg, I have to post that in fashion disasters! (I would have picked the leather pants/net shirt combo, but to each their own…).
NKTV, “Let’s Get This” ,Jared, Twisted, “That’s how we roll”, Brownies, manscaping, “Leave Jon alone!”, right click SAVE!, mystery men, green lights, chocolate covered New Kids, palm fronds, bus stalking, the trinity church, HALLA!, facetime… all blockhead related. We get it. And that’s all that matters. We change words like Starbucks to Stahbucks. Supersoakers into supahsoakers, tractors into Tractahs. We rename body parts like ‘donnie’s onion’, the ‘macbooty’, we say ‘oh my Jord’ and ‘Oh Snap!’ Don’t understand? It’s ok. It’s a blockhead thing.
Above all that fun, there’s something more. There’s something better. There’s love. Love is the key to being a blockhead. You love your sistahs, you love the guys. And guess what? They love us back. And they make sure we know it! THAT’S where other groups, other celebs, fail. They just assume, they pass us by without even a glance. The guys…they look at us and wink. They smile, they do the LIP BITE and make us melt into a puddle of goo. And they do it knowing what effect it has. The power they hold in their hands! They say HI, they wave, they sign autographs and pose for pics. They blog, they take videos, they tweet, they shout out to us making us feel special. It never ends with them. Always something new, always above and beyond. THAT’S why we do it. THAT’S why we show up. THAT is what keeps us coming back for more!
So you think you know what a blockhead is? I doubt it. But it’s ok. You don’t NEED to understand. It’s our thing. It’s special to us. It’s sacred. We know we’re in our 30’s. We know we’re acting giddy and childish. It’s all in fun! It’s not real. It’s all in fun. It’s our escape. It’s OUR thing.
Watching twisted over and over, tweeting Joe 3000 times to get him to number one, writing radio stations angry letters because they wont play our guys, flaming a certain a-hole who talks smack on Jon, staying up until midnight to see what our next mission is, waiting for 6 days out in front of the Today Show studio IN THE RAIN so we can be sure to get the best seats… we do what we have to do… THEY do, we should too! It’s the LEAST we could do.
This has been an amazing year. Dreams were fulfilled; there were hugs and tears, smiles and laughter, music and love. It doesn’t get better than that folks. It just doesn’t. We’re a family, and if you missed out on it because of some image you have from 20 years ago…then I feel sorry for you. Make the jump, just do it. Let yourself go. You wont regret it! And hopefully this isn’t the end. If it is, then we’ve had an amazing year regardless. If it’s not, then it can only get better!!
Embrace that which is NKOTB.
Let’s get this!
~~Cheri~~
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