February 25, 2015
Yep, you read that right: I’m writing about a Jonas brother and it’s not even Thursday. Get at me.
I was listening to the radio on my way home from work one day (Power 96.1, Atlanta’s #1 hit music station, in case you were wondering), when I heard this song. I didn’t know what it was called, but it was catchy as hell. I soon found myself bobbing my head and tapping my feet—and then I almost rear-ended the car in front of me. “Who sings this jam?” I thought. “Is it the Biebs? Nah, he’s probably in jail or some shit. Maybe Miguel?”
Then I found out it was a Nick Jonas song and I was transported back to 2006, or whenever Camp Rock came out. Back to the good ol’ days when Joe was the hot one, Kevin was weird and unmarried, and Demi Lovato was still as annoying as ever. But anyway this isn’t a tbt so back to the point.
Jealous is the definition of a guilty pleasure because on the one hand, it’s pretty unbetchy to admit that you’re listening to Nick Jonas. Or any Jonas. Especially Kevin. On the other hand, that song is kiiiind of dope. The same goes for feeling any type of sexual attraction to Nick—it’s understandable, but at the same time if anybody finds out about it you’ll look like a 15-year-old virgin (who can’t drive).
Acceptable: Listening to Jealous on the radio, alone in your car, with the windows rolled up.
Semi-acceptable: Downloading the song…you just have to make sure to never put your iPod on shuffle at a party because that’s a time bomb waiting to explode.
Never acceptable: Going to see Nick in concert. I don’t even know if he’s touring at all, and you need to get on my level of ignorance.
Acceptable: You may confide in one friend. ONE. But only after they’ve confessed they like it first.
I also just found out that Nick Jonas and Kanye covered “Only One” together. Stay tuned, this collab may just propel him out of guilty pleasure territory. For now, though, keep belting out Jealous in the privacy of an underground cave, and we’ll stay on Nick Watch 2K15.