Once I was in the car with a friend, flipping through radio stations. I heard a pop song as I was passing through and stopped to sing along. My friend looked at me and said, “You seem like the kind of person who has really good taste in music, but you aren’t.” She was right.

I want to be considered cool, I really do. I want to know artists that no one’s heard of and be known as someone with good taste in music, but I think it’s time I just come out and admit it: I like pop music. Yes, sure, I enjoy some lesser known names (mostly after hearing their music through my husband) but play some Selena Gomez and I’m belting out lyrics with my hands in the air while simultaneously trying not to get in a car accident in all the excitement.

Honestly, the lyrics are dumb and I consistently roll my eyes at the musicians that produce this golden crap, but for some reason I can’t stop listening to it. I’m not even sure it’s voluntary. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if there was some sort of mind-control involved in the pop industry but, guys, it’s working. I love it.