I am often self-conscious when it comes to my likes and interests. I collect Kawaii stationery. I like romantic comedies. I’m fond of interior decorating shows and blogs. I watch Project Runway. It goes without saying I’m in touch with my feminine side.
I do have the tendency to avoid female pop music. It just feels like an area that is reserved for young girls and, well, I am neither. I am fond of Michelle Branch, Kelly Clarkson, Pink and a few others. I have to clarify something. I’m not as big of a fan as I often portray in my blog. I like her, but I’m not like an obsessed fan who has every CD, posters all over the world and a life-size cut out of her in my bedroom.
I still don’t have a 100% grasp on my music taste because, well, it’s all over the place. Here’s a quick sampling.
No, I’m not a White guy. I don’t even know how to classify my music taste. If someone were to ask me, “What kind of music do you listen to?” I’d just stare at them for a few moments and say, “Oh, a little bit of everything,” and if they ask for specifics, I stumble for like five minutes until I say a random mainstream artist that I kind of, sort of like. I wonder if other Asians do this. If you happen to be Asian, let me know.
IAlthough I am a little embarrassed about liking female pop music, I would not hesitate telling someone I like Michelle Branch. I do have a few guilty pleasures when it comes to female pop music. I like how all of these music videos tell a story.
A girl is having commitment issues, along with car issues.
Demi Lovato looks like she actually wants to kill herself in a bathtub. And she’s apparently having hallucinations that she’s climbing Mount Everest.
And, oh look, Adele is having a nice stroll at a park, and she’s trying really, really hard not to cry.
All kidding aside, the songs are all quite emotional and the music videos capture the raw emotion of each song. I see more videos of crying girls in bathtubs in our near future.
I know I have to stop thinking what others think of my personal taste. That’s hard to do when I’m listening to Lady Gaga and imagining a crowd of 100 people shaking their heads and giving me looks of disappointment and disgust.