Signs You Were Obsessed With The Jonas Brothers

Signs You Were Obsessed With The Jonas Brothers

And you probably still are.

During my "Tweens," the Jonas Brothers were the biggest thing. They were huge pop-stars back then and every girl had a major crush on at least one of the brothers. Even though they are broken up now, the brothers are still very much in the spotlight. When I look back on my childhood, the Jonas Brothers played a big role. People like me claimed they had "OJD" or "Obsessive Jonas Disorder" and these are a few of the symptoms.

1. You went to every single one of their tours.

Every tour they ever went on, you've been to. I remember waiting at the computer the day the tickets went on sale. We even made a point to see them when they were in town not on tour. We actually went and got to see them play baseball!

2. You still probably own every single album.

If you didn't have every album, you weren't a true fan. Over the years my sister and I collected all of them and still have them to this day. I remember making our mom take us to the stores the day they came out to buy them. We'd save all our birthday and Christmas money to pre-order the CD's or buy them once they were released.

3. All your school supplies were Jonas Brothers or "Camp Rock" themed.

In middle school I had so many of these. I never wanted to use them though because then I'd have to throw them out when they were used up.

4. You knew every single word to every single song.

(and still do)

That was one of your greatest accomplishments in life and you don't forget it that easily. Every time a JoBro song comes on, I still know all the lyrics, like I never stopped listening to them.

5. You had posters all over your room.

So this is pretty much how my room looked with all the posters - you could never have too much! Whenever my parents started telling me I had too many, I started hiding them by hanging them up on the inside of my closet instead. I was dedicated.

6. You own at least 3 Jonas Brothers t-shirt.

I had the shirt on the left and the shirt on the right. I actually still have them in my closet somewhere. I collected those 2 shirts and more from going to so many of their concerts. These shirts were my prized possessions and I made sure I wore at least one a week.

7. You've seen every single episode of "J.O.N.A.S."

If you don't know what "J.O.N.A.S." is you weren't ever a true fan. We recorded every episode and knew all the songs from the show. In addition to "J.O.N.A.S." you always were extremely enthusiastic about their 3D concert movie and "Camp Rock."

8. You were heartbroken when they broke up.

... And by “breakup” you mean Nick leaving them. But hey, they did good as a band and as they grew up, so did their fan base.

9. You still listen to Nick Jonas and Joe Jonas solo.

It's not the same, but it's sufficient. Since the Jonas Brothers' fan base grew with them, Nick Jonas's solo songs and Joe Jonas's band are more mature than the Jonas Brother were. Though the music is a bit different, you will always stay loyal to your first love.

10. You knew all there was to know about them.

Yes, I was an expert. I knew everything from their birthdays, birth places, to every single person they ever dated. The gossip magazines were our favorite "books" and we made sure to check fan websites religiously.

11. You know who each one dated.

It seems like the list goes on and on. The 3 of them together dated so many girls it's impossible to keep them all straight, but you made sure you knew at all times, just in case you had your turn.

12. You have no shame in admitting you love(d) them.

You know that through it all, they will always be a part of your past. Being a Jonas Brothers fan was something to be proud of.

Through it all the Jonas Brothers were a huge part of my childhood. I made so many memories I'll never forget. Their music made me who I am today and paved the way for my music tastes in the future. I'll always love the Jonas Brothers, though I may not be "obsessed" with them anymore, they will always have a place in my heart.

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Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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For Camille, With Love

To my godmother, my second mom, my rooted confidence, my support


First grade, March. It was my first birthday without my mom. You through a huge party for me, a sleepover with friends from school. It included dress up games and making pizza and Disney trivia. You, along with help from my grandma, threw me the best birthday party a 7-year-old could possibly want.

During elementary school, I carpooled with you and a few of the neighborhood kids. I was always the last one to be dropped off, sometimes you would sneak a donut for me. Living next door to you was a blessing. You helped me with everything. In second grade, you helped me rehearse lines for history day so I could get extra credit. In 4th grade, you helped me build my California mission.

You and your sister came out to my 6th grade "graduation". You bought me balloons and made me feel as if moving onto middle school was the coolest thing in the entire world.

While you moved away from next door, you were a constant in my life. Going to Ruby's Diner for my birthday, seeing movies at the Irvine Spectrum and just hanging out, I saw you all the time. During these times, you told me about all of the silly things you did with my mom and dad, how my mom was your best friend. I couldn't have had a greater godmother.

In middle school, you pushed me to do my best and to enroll in honors. You helped me through puberty and the awkward stages of being a woman.

Every single time I saw you, it would light up my entire day, my week. You were more than my godmother, you were my second mom. You understood things that my grandma didn't.

When you married John, you included me in your wedding. I still have that picture of you, Jessica, Aaron and myself on my wall at college. I was so happy for you.

Freshmen year of high school, you told me to do my best. I did my best because of you. When my grandma passed away that year, your shoulder was the one I wanted to cry on.

You were there when I needed to escape home. You understood me when I thought no one would. You helped me learn to drive, letting me drive all the way from San Clemente to Orange.

When I was applying to colleges, you encouraged me to spread my wings and fly. You told me I should explore, get out of California. I wanted to study in London, you told me to do it. That's why, when I study abroad this Spring in London, I will do it for you.

When I had gotten into UWT, you told me to go there. I did and here I am, succeeding and living my best in Tacoma. I do it for you, because of you.

When I graduated high school and I was able to deliver a speech during our baccalaureate, you cheered me on. You recorded it for me, so I could show people who weren't able to make it to the ceremony. You were one of the few people able to come to my actual graduation. You helped me celebrate the accomplishments and awards from my hard work.

When your cancer came back, I was so worried. I was afraid for you, I was afraid of what I would do without the support you had always given me. When I was in Rome, I went to the Vatican and had gotten a Cross with a purple gem in the middle blessed by the Pope to help you with your treatments. It was something from me and a little bit of my mom in the necklace, the gem.

Now, sitting so far from you away at college just like you wanted me to. I miss you. I wish I was there to say goodbye.

I'll travel the world for you, write lots of stories and books for you, I will live life to the fullest for you.

You are another angel taken too early in life. Please say hello to my parents and grandma in Heaven for me.

Lots of love,


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