I recently read Julianne Hough’s interview in Glamour where she mentioned that she moved to London for 5 years when she was 10 (so fetch, Julianne) and completely missed the boy band craze. To which I say, “You missed out, Julianne. You missed out.” There was nothing that made my pre-teen heart beat faster than *NSYNC or the Backstreet Boys.
I felt bad for Julianne. She had been robbed of witnessing so many momentous musical moments. Britney Spears’ ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’: an instant classic. Sure her first concert was Green Day and Fred Durst apparently pulled her on stage at a Limp Bizkit show and told her she had pretty eyes (prove it, Jules). But she never got to scream the lyrics to ‘Genie in a Bottle’ or ‘Oops!… I Did It Again’ with her friends at a slumber party, and that must truly be one of life’s tragedies.