When I was in 9th grade, New Kids did their Magic Summer Cruise (or whatever it was called). I listened to WOMP FM pretty much 24 hours a day, straining to hear my name called out so I could call back within 15 minutes and be entered to win. I managed to get entered twice, but it wasn't enough.
The worst part was I knew the girls who won. We called them the Triplets because they were always together and they always wore head-to-toe New Kids apparel (like the big pins). One of them had even an in-home tanning bed...wonder how she's aged. She looked 40 in 9th grade! Like every else from my high school, she's probably married with 12 kids.
I was particularly incensed because the New Kids would not have taken these Triplet girls seriously with their fainting and their New Kids apparel and leathery overtanned skin.
Had I been on the Magic Summer Cruise, Jordan Knight would have been impressed by my suave, genuine appreciation of their artistry. He would've wanted to be my boyfriend. Because every 20-year-old massively famous singer was dying for a 14-year-old girlfriend from Wheeling, West Virginia who had thick glasses, poofy bangs and chunky thighs. Had I worn my acid-washed denim overalls for him, he would've fallen instantly in love.
Although if reality television had been around way back then, I would not have been a fan of Mr. Jordan Knight, because he's kind of creepy in real life.