BBS II: The Bringing Back Continues

Today I bought Rebecca Black’s single “Friday” from iTunes. Honest. This isn’t a joke. This isn’t some ironic post-modern meta-scam. This is the Real.®

Why? Because Black is a 13-year old and seemingly sweet girl with good intentions, and I want to support her. Right now is the biggest moment of her entire life, and as those of us with jobs know, it’s all downhill from here. And while anonymous blog commentators sharpen their fangs and bite into her adolescent neck, I can’t help but participate in this silly dream of hers, $.99 at a time. Rebbecca is experiencing the one thing we all want to experience.  Fame. Better yet, it’s accidental fame. I can’t hate on that. As hard as I try.

Granted, a shlocky pop song is probably not the reason she wanted to be known for, but on the bright side, she now has a wonderful story to one day tell her kids, something to laugh about when reminiscing over her own adolescence. Honestly, there’s something inherently sweet and charming about this whole accident, even though the intentions to promote it were malicious and embittered.

And the thing is, I will probably never listen to “Friday” beyond next week, and a few years from now, my iPod may play it on shuffle and I’ll smile knowing that even though this is the dumbest thing known to mankind, I took part in perpetuating that dumb thing.

I could totally write a 33 1/3 book on this song.