Hello, my name is TJ, and I’m a Carly Rae-holic.
For the last few years, I’ve been made ashamed. My wife, my friends, you name it – they ridicule me for these listening habits. None of them understands there’s so much more to this Canadian goddess than a flippant “hey, I just met you…” Even complete strangers like to throw shade.
This is 2019, and there is nothing wrong with a 31-year-old man sitting at a red light, belting along to ‘Runaway With Me’, goddamnit! And look, if you were to tell me fifteen years ago that the next trend in music would be throwing it back to the ‘80s, I would have smacked my head and taken up painting. But, somehow my girl Carly does the impossible and makes the ‘80s great again. MEGA!
So, I’m here to say enough’s enough. I will no longer be afraid to roll my windows down and let E-MO-TION ring free. I will no longer feel shame for dancing around in my underwear whenever that Target ad with ‘Now That I Found You’ comes on. Listening to Carly Rae Jepsen records might just be my party for one. So be it. I just can’t help myself – I really really really really really really like her.
