I’m all for news in every way, shape or form – but an exception of this would have to be kpop news. Wait no, that’s not accurate enough. I fucking hate kpop news, which is irony in its purest form when you consider the fact that this is the girl who is an active writer at not one, but two kpop sites speaking.
I hate the fact that most of what fans consider to be “important” news is, well, bullshit. Most of us can proceed through the rest of our lives without caring about what Kyuhyun’s ideal girl is like, or why Wooyoung likes chicken so much, and we’ll be perfectly fine. We’ll bemore than fine, because we won’t have to worry about growing out our hair or adopting some sort of “charisma” to suit the needs of our beloved celebrities! For once in our sorry Kpop fangirl lives, we’ll be sane. I couldn’t care less about Jay calling Korea gay; he could’ve not bothered to apologize and gone as far as to have claimed that manly ol’ Choi Siwon is secretly a lesbian (though that would’ve meant social suicide for the guy) and I would’ve still liked him…just kidding, I probably wouldn’t because I do have morals (whether you believe that or not), but you get my point. Why do we care about this crap? Why do we force ourselves to care about when poor widdle Junsupoopie has a poor widdle cold when a child dies from malaria every 30 seconds – and that’s in Africa alone! This is an outrage; this is incredible; this is ridiculous! That’s right, you damn Hottests/ELF/Soshis/whatever the fuck you want to call yourselves! You’re ridiculous! All of you! Really! You. Are. Ridiculous.

And so am I. I know all of this information, and yet I don’t bother to stop myself. I can’t seem to stop my tremendous addiction; I somehow find myself reloading omonatheydidn’t! or KPOPLIVE! every five minutes, even when I’m telling myself not to. My fingers somehow find their way to the “k” key (or the “o”), and then decide that learning about how Hyunah likes Leejoon is worth my time. It’s not worth my time. I have a shitload of SAT homework to complete and a million AP assignments to catch up on, and yet here I am, reading up on some character who never did and never will give a crap about who I am. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I care about the Korean cultural world? Why am I throwing my future out the window to study the present situation of someone who lives thousands of miles away from me, all the way across the globe? I couldn’t put my hand on both my home and their’s on a map, or globe, or atlas, even if I tried and stretched all my bones out ’til they broke apart. It would cost me half my parents’ life savings to travel out to Korea, buy a ticket to a concert, one single concert of one single artist, and scream my lungs out – and they still wouldn’t hear me or know who I am. American artists are far more reachable to me, and I have a far better chance of meeting one, so why do I bother caring about which overly autotuned Kpop song is dominating the chart as a result of a competent entertainment company and gorgeous artists to sing it? What is my problem?

I don’t know either. And that’s only part of the problem.