Saturday, March 17, 2012

FANGIRLING!!!


Fangirling!!!

A wonderful new word. Denotes exactly what it says. Fans who are mostly female swarming around the hapless artist, usually a musician, like ravenous wild things around Max "gnashing their terrible teeth and rolling their terrible eyes". Actually it is not quite this bad. Most people that wait at the end of the concerts to greet the artist will preserve a modicum of respect. There are couples, usually the lady pulling on her partner to approach the target. Younger people, alone or in couples, enthusiastically bringing CD's and magazines or programs to be signed by the accommodating artist, and some gay garçons, eager to converse and deliver their words of admiration . Who knows? Then the mommies and grandmommies who usually fall speechless in the face of so much artistic beauty especially if the artist is young and hot. Ah me,  we women have tender loving hearts! As well as nurturing instincts which make us bring all sorts of gifts, practical and not so much, from chocolates, wine, little souvenirs, to articles of clothing and musical scores.  
Leave it to the pauvre artiste to figure out what to do with such largesse. Take it home?? How much over the luggage limit will it be? Leave it in the hotel? Flowers won't last so long but they will be perfect for a few days….And we will not mention what thoughts will go through the star's mind when full sets of warm clothes find their way to his/her green room. Scary thoughts of having been claimed for adoption immediately by these loving ladies.
Fangirling. Madonna mia. In my very mature years I can boast I played the fangirl game, I lined up, I bought thoughtful presents, I carried flowers and chocolates and books all for the little flash in the eyes of the idol and the words, "Oh, for me? It is like Xmas!!" plus a kiss and a photo. And that was it. 
Fangirling. Playing the game. Feeling young and embarrassed even if one has 7 grandkids. I have successfully reverted to my adolescence and relived the horrible nervousness, racing heart, stammering tongue, blushing like a Juan Fernandez boiled lobster, knees trembling and blood pressure dangerously at stratospheric heights.
Fangirling indeed. Done the deed we leave feeling we "should have said" and "why did I say" and "oh no, I forgot to say"….until the next time. I have to space fangirling a bit in my case as I do want to last a little more. But I have a nice feeling of I DID IT!! HOW COOL!

1 comments:

Pilar said...

Querida Tuffy! Siempre tan divertida e ingeniosa. Me siento totalemnte reflejada en este fenómeno fangirl y que conste en acta que es la priemra vez que me ocurre, pero es que Felipe es mucho Felipe...Eso sí, cuando lo pienso en frío me avergüenzo profundamente, menos mal que no creo que coincidamos en el futuro ;)

Muchos besos desde España


Pilar