Guilty pleasure, or just pleasure?

This is not for you to decide; I will do so after evaluating what I write.

So here it is: I love Justin Timberlake. I love his music, his dancing, his stupid tattoos (barbed wire around his calf, anyone?), his videos, his clothes- especially that he always wears white tennis shoes with a suit- that he's taller than me (only an inch, but still), and that he's funny- four words, "Dick In A Box." In my eyes, he can do no wrong.

When Futuresex/Lovesounds came out, my roommate Adriana and I sat for over an hour and listened to it, completely absorbed; we loved it from the first time we heard it. She immediately loved "All Over Again," and I couldn't hear "Summer Love" or "My Love" enough. It's different, and you may say that it's not real music (like, say, the Peppers, or Ben Folds, or John Mayer) but he is making it, and I am loving it. The fact that I want to dance to it qualifies it as music in my eyes. Also, the album was nominated for Best Album of the Year- this is enough to defend him (that, and the fact that he is already a Grammy winner).

This realization struck me as I was watching the Grammys tonight- once again, I was impressed with him. So I though, "Have I always been a fan? Has he always been this good?" Well, I am NOT going to sit here and defend the quality of his music when he was in N*Sync, but I will point out that he was a great entertainer for his particular audience. I'll admit I was a fan in middle school. After N*Sync was his first solo album Justified. Last week, George, Adriana and I were doing homework and I had Futuresex/Lovesounds on, and after it played, Justified came on. Repeatedly thoughout the album one of us would look up and say something along the lines of, "Damn, I forgot how good this was!" We were again impressed.

All in all, I am going to classify the enjoyment I take in Justin Timberlake's existance as pleasure. He can sing, he can dance (I saw him in concert a few years ago and seeing him dance in person was a jaw-dropping experience) and he does his own thing- very attractive. Pure pleasure, baby.

Peace, love, and ponies.

"Tell me where you're from, what you do, what you like. Let me pick your brain, girl. And tell me how they got that pretty, little face on that pretty, little face, girl."
-JT