A couple of weekends ago, when R. was in town, we discovered a VCR of Hanson in their early days of fame, and popped it in. During the next two hours, we reveled in the awkwardness and ridiculousness that is pimpled teenage boys dealing with irrational adulation from adoring girls. Hm, sounds familiar. On a seemingly unrelated note, today, I ordered Tofu Bibim Bat for dinner. In my search for a description of Bibim Bat, I stumbled upon this Yelp article.
"I know you so well. You're probably thinking: What the heck is "Bi Bim Bap?" Don't panic --- I'll fill you in. It's kind of like Hanson's "Mmm-Bop," only without the annoying song. Instead, with your choice of beef, chicken or seafood, there's a whole lotta "Mmm," but no "Bop." Just "Bim Bat." (What "Bim Bat" is exactly, I'm not sure.)"
Contrary to popular belief, the Hanson trinity has now grown up, gotten married, and had kids (and gotten considerably better at airbrushing themselves). Unfortunately, their screaming fans have not gotten the message; during their latest concerts, multiple girls flung their own bras at the stage in a state of absolute mania. Trading one kind of support for another, I suppose.
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