I Listen To One Direction And Justin Bieber, So What?

White female:  Girl what was that you was jamming to in your truck?  You was all into it, singing and bobbing your head.

Me:  Oh, I was listening to my Maroon 5 cd.

White female:  Oh my gosh, you know you’re not white, right?

Me:  Yes I know.  But um, you know you’re not black, right?

White female:  What do you mean?

Me:  Well, you did go to that Ludacris concert, did you not?

That was a brief conversation from two years ago.

I don’t listen to “black” music, I listen to MUSIC.  I really don’t care what color the artist is, it’s the words and the beat that matters.

Back in my carefree days, I listened to Run-DMC, Public Enemy, LL Cool J, Geto Boys, Too Short, N.W.A., 2 Live Crew, and others.  I had no responsibility.  No one to take care of but myself.  I had all the time in the world to tootsie roll and drop in my daisy dukes.

But my tastes changed to coincide with my changing lifestyle.  I am now a wife, mother of two young boys, work a full-time stressful job, and the legal guardian of my paralyzed brother.

I work 12-hour shifts, getting off at 1:30 a.m.  My youngest child is special needs, so I’m often on edge.

When driving home from a busy and tiring day at work, or trying to relax after handling my son’s meltdowns,  I want to hear words like:

You’re insecure, don’t know what for,
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door.
Don’t need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough.

Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell,
You don’t know,
Oh, oh,
You don’t know you’re beautiful.
If only you saw what I can see,
You’d understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe,
You don’t know,
Oh, oh,
You don’t know you’re beautiful.
What Makes You Beautiful
One Direction

And words like:

As long as you love me,
We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke.
As long as you love me,
I’ll be your platinum, I’ll be your silver, I’ll be your gold.
As Long As You Love Me
Justin Bieber

These are the types of songs that I listen to during my hectic moments, which is almost always.  They are rejuvenating, and helps with winding down.

I know that my butt is big, so I don’t need Jason Derulo to tell me it’s like two planets.  And bands don’t make me dance.  Music makes me dance.  Sorry Juicy J.

Don’t get me wrong, I listen to the above artists, but on my way to work, and on my days off.  I can’t listen to party music when I’m tired and stressed out.

Just to add fuel to the fire for the haters, I’m liking American Authors right now.  I listen to Best Day of My Life almost on a daily basis.

So what is the point of this blog post?  Nothing really.  I just wanted to vent off that I can listen to whatever music that I choose.

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