Hangin' Tough

Few things in this world give me more pleasure than cheese...both literally and figuratively. And so I was downright gleeful as I sat on my couch last night, nachos in hand (I SO wish I was kidding) to watch Behind the Music: New Kids on the Block.

I was never actually much of a New Kid fan to be honest. But, given the fact that I love a little retro cheese and all things Boston-ish, I ate it up.

I kind of forgot about Behind the Music since it's been semi-retired after covering every band short of the one at your cousin's bar mitzvah. This special didn't really break any new ground (yeah, yeah, we KNOW Maurice Starr tried to take credit, you were just poor kids from Dorchester...blah blah blah) but boy did I love all its big-haired goodness anyway.

The best part for me was the revelation (or reminder) that NKOTB started out opening for TIFFANY, but then the following year, the mall-touring goddess ended up opening for THEM. Poor Tiffany. She will forever be trapped in our consciousness at malls dressed in head to toe denim.

And that includes the scrunchie.

This trip down Aqua-Net lane reminded me of something else that I crazily and inexplicably just confessed to my boyfriend: somewhere in the world exists a videotape of me, opening up a gift from my brother on Christmas morning circa 1986 or 1987. Let me set the scene: time stamp is around 8am, my makeup is in full splendor, including my predilection toward feathering my eyeliner half way up the side of my head. The hair and nails go without saying, as does the fake Gucci sweatshirt. And just what was this gift that made me squeal with delight? A Tiffany 45 combined with a VHS of Bon Jovi videos.

Thank GOD I grew up before You Tube.