You know Huckapoo has jumped the shark now that those notorious cultural illiterates over at New York Magazine are fawning all over them. The new issue has an article titled, Who Loves Huckapoo? Manufacturing a prefab Girl Group, one licensing deal at a time. Sure that sounds like it's going to be legitimate behind-the-scenes reporting, but it's quite transparently nothing more than some creepy aging writer's excuse to hang around with five teenage... hey, wait a second -- I wrote this!
Yep, I've shamelessly taken advantage of Adam Moss's relaunch delirium to turn my personal obsession into a 3,000 word feature.
And the first draft was twice as long. Seriously, if there's anything you want to know about Huckapoo, anything at all, just ask. The comments section is open for questions. Here, I'll get you started.
Were they aware of this blog?
Hoo, boy, were they. (Hi, girls.) I spent my first fifteen minutes with them apologizing for all of the dopey stuff I've written here. The apology was entirely heartfelt, by the way. I mean, sure, you thought my posts were funny, and I thought they were funny, and some serious Huckafans hated them, which only made them funnier. But it's one thing to crack wise about an abstract bubblegum pop band. It's quite another to realize that the band is made up of real people with real feelings -- and basically kids at that. What kind of shmuck uses his public forum to advocate shooting 13-year-old girls? If you've noticed that my latest Huckapoo jokes have been less personally directed, that's why.
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