I discovered something horrifying about myself today:  I have a favorite Jonas Brother. 

It's Nick, of course.


How did this happen?

Well, the Jonas Brothers have been creeping into my consciousness for the past several months.  I couldn't tell you anything about their music, but Joe Jonas's Beyonce dance (since very much eclipsed by JoeNationTV's hot dude in a diaper on youtube) was the first blip on my radar.

(What is it about that "Single Ladies" single anyway?  OK, yes, that youtube baby loves to dance to it.  But in a lesson on how things can quickly go terribly, terribly awry, that viral video (3.5 million views and counting) has spawned a whole genre of grown men in diapers who dance to "Single Ladies" like giant youtube babies.)

The Jonas Bros have yet to show up on youtube in Depends, but they did do a little something called  "Bounce" recently, which while appalling awful, does have Nick Jonas with a paste-on porn 'stache in skinny jeans rapping about his balls. (Are we really calling them "people" now? — I prefer to call them "boys," but in the interest of avoiding gender bias, I guess "people" works, too.)

This is all so wrong on so many levels.