I have. In fact, I quite enjoy it.
If you’re not sure what fan girling entails, it is the over exuberant, hyper passionate displays of affection that bubble out of you when confronted with your celebrity idol/s. Is that so wrong? Isn’t it fun to devote yourself wholeheartedly to something that gives you so much back?
Loving your favourite band is one of the few times you are safe to love with reckless abandon. You can throw your whole heart in without any risk of rejection, you don’t need to ’act cool’ and with the magic of the internet you have instant access to their music, their interviews and as many pictures as you can download.
Who doesn’t remember their first band love almost as vividly as their first love?
Back then we did the hard yards to fan girl. With no google, you had to devote your Saturday mornings to Rage, your pocket money to CDs (actually cassettes but that’s my age showing) and so much time to perfecting the skill of balancing the record button when listening to the top 40 to make the perfect mix tape with no radio announcers voices at the start of the song.
For me it was Blink 182, and those distinctive cords of ‘Dammit’ catapulting me into what has so far been a two-and-a-half-decade love affair with pop punk. From all their CDS and TV Hits clippings, posters on my walls and merchandise, to the here and now of social media following my love for the band has matured but never waned.
Obviously there is the clear line that you don’t want to be on the wrong side of –fan girling vs stalking, loving vs obsessing, reality vs fantasy. As long as you can stay on the right side of crazy, why wouldn’t you revel in the joy you derive from your chosen fandom?
Who was your first?