Last weekend, I babysat my sweet niece. She was asleep within 20 minutes of my getting there, so I spent the next four hours with premium movie channels and frozen cookie dough. You teenagers have a really sweet deal.
I turned on the TV half an hour into the movie Pitch Perfect. I've never seen it because I'm emotionally allergic to a cappella, but my movie-savvy sister said it was great. So I gave it a try.
I watched it three times in 24 hours, not including the clips on YouTube every second a child wasn't needing me to slice apples or clean pee off the floor. I have a new obsession, and I want to be a Barden Bella now MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Sometimes when you see a movie trailer, you've basically seen the movie. (See: Gravity.) Not this movie. The trailer captures it perfectly, so if you like this, you'll love the actual movie. It just scratches the a cappella surface.
When you're a teenager, you're supposed to be obsessed with unimportant things; it's part of growing up and being awkward and weird. But when you're in your 30s? I'm not supposed to think of the funny thing I can say on Anna Kendrick's Instagram photo to get her to notice me or how I might mash up my kids' Sesame Street songs with Beyonce and Mumford & Sons or how cookie dough just needs to be a food group (this is actually a real thing always).
In shameful addition, I still crush on celebrities and have homework to do and get acne, so if we're playing Are You Really a Teenager? then I win life forever.
Three things I've learned in my very teenage weekend:
- Being a teenager is fun, and junk food is everywhere.
- Pitch Perfect is fantastic, and I will wear a homemade fangirly shirt to the premiere of the sequel.
- You guys are special to me. Why? You like me like this. I can make you laugh because I'm dumb and fourteen, and you guys are delightful as you show me your fourteen year-old selves, too. We engage in our mutual silliness, and my days - and I hope yours - are better for it.
Enjoy being silly this weekend, friends. I hope it's filled with movie channels and cookie dough, and if you're going to a riff-off fortheLOVE let me come.