If there was ever a sycophantic state in Australia, you’d certainly point the finger at Sydney. While the rest of the country bitches and moans about how much they can’t stand Kyle Sandilands he consistently rates number one in Sydney.
Pick up a paper on an average news day in Sydney, and you’d be mistaken for thinking you’d accidently just picked up the entertainment section because so often the first few pages is actually covering some sort of local or international celebrity related news.
That’s just their culture, and I guess when you have as many star studded events and celebrities visiting their shores as Sydney always has done, it’s understandable that there is a thirst for more entertainment style updates, than other states may actually care about.
With this in mind I guess it shouldn’t have been a major surprise that over Easter, while leisurely strolling through the streets of Sydney, as a chucked a left on foot into Pitt Street, I was suddenly confronted by a wall of teenage girls.
Yes, you can guess by now, unless you’ve had your head in the sand over the past week or so you can probably see which direction this story is heading.
One Direction, strikes again!
But here’s the thing with this, although there was literally hundreds of girls all standing there giggling and panting in a line, it was not because the boys were anywhere nearby. In fact, they weren’t even in Sydney itself.
Some marketing, money hungry genius had created a one off pop-up shop that was opened that day, just to sell One Direction marketing related items. So like a mini Royal Show, without any sort of actual entertainment at all, these girls were gagging to spend their hard earned parent’s cash on One Direction show bags.
I was so taken aback at the scene taking place that I had to stop and hang around for a moment. I was self conscious that I wasn’t really the tick box to be hanging around, until I saw some similar faces standing there in the crowd.
There were all these mum’s standing with their young daughters in the queue. And I wondered, were these also the mother’s that drove these besotted fans to places like the hotels where the boys were staying? And if so, is it just me to feel that there’s something really not right going on here?
What do the mum’s of these girls that end up hunting down the boys at airports or wherever they whiff the boys are going to be, what are they thinking about their children screaming blue murder at complete strangers, or worse, crying their eyes out a the mere sight of their fantasy boyfriends?
Don’t get me wrong, I was in love enough with Ace Frehley and one of the guys from The Hardy Boys when I was their age that sometimes it made my heart hurt, but I was aware enough that the closest thing I was going to get to them was sticking a bit of blue tack on the back of their heads and maybe giving their poster a quick peck before I went to bed.
Big difference being, that if my mother had of caught me perched up on my bed, giving a little smooch to my man Ace Frehley, she would never in her wildest dreams said “ let’s jump in the car, I’ve heard Kiss are in town, you should go stand outside their hotel and wait till they notice you.”
And thank god she didn’t, I’ve since read his bio and there’s every chance if I’d had enough lippy on, he would have noticed me and it just might have all got a bit Boogie Nights if I wasn’t careful.
I know I may be accused here of needing to lighten up, but I have learnt that self esteem is one of the most important things that you can ever nurture with a kid. Empowering young girls is not about driving them around to hysterically chase after a fantasy bloke.
AM I BEING A UNFAIR? WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE LINE AS A PARENT?