I try not to give into the whole Disney team. I do.

You know, the teenage stars made by Disney Channel - Hannah Montana, High School Musical, the rapidly dissapearing Hilary Duff and the like. But seriously, it's hard. I mean, take High School Musical for example. Everyone is constantly euphorically happy (the meanest they get is fighting for a part in the school play. O, wow, the claws are coming out now) and break out in song and awesomely choreographed dance every five minutes. And throw Zac Efron into the mix, and how can you expect me to resist?

I am in no denial about my love for Zaccy, and I apologise to the hundreds of people I've just offended by saying that. But the Jonas Brothers? Now that's a different story. The goody-too-shoes, hair-straightening, pop-singing trio, the latest creation from Disney who publicly flaunt their 'promise' rings. Their songs are cheesy, their shows make me queasy (note my amazing poetic ability) and they optimise tweeny-bopper trash. Yet I am hopelessly in love with them. What should be for 11 year old girls I lap up - I mean, what's not to love? Okay, I acknowledge I just spent the last paragraph bad mouthing them but we all know I'm in seious denial here. And who wasn't expecting that? I love Zac Efron, for god's sake. Let me introduce you - there's Jo, the middle child, the one most people love, the one who straightens his hair on a daily basis; there's the weird older one who no one knows the name of and just kind of stands at the back looking dorky; and then, there's Nick... the youngest, with massive curly hair and baby-est face you have ever seen. Ah, why does my heart taunt me so?

I don't think their's anything Disney puts out that I won't fall madly in love with, as hard as I might fight it. This has been a long standing tradition - at eight I watched with complete fascination every single thing Hilary Duff made, even the weird stuff after Lizzie Maguire finished. Now the new wave threatens to keep me as a tween until I'm 90 years old. At least there's one thing I can say for sure - I will never succumb to the Cyrus. But that's another blog.


xx Miss Moi

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