TWENTY THREE: THE 'R'-RATED MCLEAN

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Behind the Censors: The ‘R’ Rated McLean

 

Minerva Prescott; Entertainment

As a journalist, objectivity is essential in reporting- stating facts make up the bulk, but representation is crucial in delivering the story as informatively and accurately as possible.

This article, however, reverts this idea three hundred and sixty degrees- in fact, objectivity is ignored and subjectivity is flaunted like Madonna entwined with SEX.

So let me get one thing straight- I loathe men. I am anti-men in every way, shape and form. Don’t get me wrong- I love my brother, but that’s as far as it goes.

So when I was handed this assignment (by my male boss, mind you), I was less than impressed. I hated the idea that I was to tail one of the irrepressibly cheesy corndogs (a man, so to say) of the pop industry; a Backstreet Boy, namely one, AJ McLean.

I know girls out there think of him as 'hot stuff', but girls, I’m here to inform you, the final verdict is far from impressive and quite frankly- disgusting.

AJ McLean is a crass, egotistical male who doesn’t know black from white, night to day, yes to no but more importantly, right from wrong.

He is, in fact, the epitome of a bad man.

‘Jack Daniels’ and ‘Jim Beam’ are his late night buddies, and Mr Marlboro himself is a millionaire, merely from Mr McLean’s business.

His supply of 'rubber latex friends’ number in boxes (when I say boxes, I mean large, shipment boxes) towering in his hotel rooms and his ‘women companions’? To hit the double digits is a mere fantasy.

Needless to say, women are mere objects and toys to him; a means by which to confirm his obviously flailing sexual prowess.

And respect for himself? Non-existent, I’m afraid.

Girls, live it large and live it real- forget the hype, forget the pictures, forget the fantasies-

AJ McLean is barely a boy, let alone, a man.

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