What the FUCK, Zachary?!
Men are such wonderous mysteries.
How is it possible that a boy-at least an almost man-can make a girl pretty much his age fall for him and then totally crush her heart within a matter of 4 days?
Somebody please tell me, coz that's exactly what a certain 18-year-old American named Zachary Walker Hanson just did to me.
An article entitled "Less Than 24 Hours With Hanson" came out in the Philippine Daily Inquirer today. It was pretty much a 2 page article with 2 massive adverts to cover the rest of the sheet. It had started out nicely enough, with some totally rockin' pictures and some very nicely written backstory on the boysguys. The author was getting to spend pretty much the entire day with Hanson, a privelege she got because a)She's a huuuuuuuuuuuuge fan; and b)coz the PDI was one of the tour's sponsors this side of Asia. She was pretty much havin' fun until Ike announced he was going to have his head shaved. This part of the story I quote directly from the article, so that no embellishment is done on my part, and thus can be accused of me.
"Last on their itinerary before the concert was a sound check at the venue. One of them complained about the absence of a back entrance to the theater, since they were going to have to walk through the throngs of fans waiting at the front gates. Isaac wanted to have his head shaved, and I asked their manager, Machine, if I could take a picture. He said a "before" and "after" shot would be okay, and Isaac agreed. I snapped one photo. "You wouldn't want her to take a photo of you," Zac said from behind me. Isaac assured him it was no big deal. I was about to take another picture when Zac covered my camera lens. I pushed his hand away, thinking he was just joking. If he was, his humor was pretty twisted-he then grabbed my arm and shoved me. Hard.
The only Filipino who was present in the room was another bodyguard, who laughed nervously and motioned for me to come with him outside the dressing room. Machine was just laughing. Zac was smiling. I left the room and quickly called up my editor to tell her about the incident. About 10 minutes later, Zac came up to me, still smiling, and apologized. "I only did it because I told you not to take the picture and you still did," he said. I told him I had the consent of his brother and manager, and it wasn't him I was taking a photo of. He shrugged, apologized again, and went back into his dressing room.
I decided to leave, and headed back to the dressing room to get my things. Taylor, Zac and Machine ignored me as I said goodbye to the other people in the room. I grabbed my bag, hailed a taxi and went home."
What follows is the writer's feelings after the incident, a stand I can relate to as an aspiring journalist and a fellow long-time Hanson fan.
"I wish I could have written about a more pleasant experience with Hanson. I have done nothing but support their music for the past seven years-and I would like to think that it's people like me, the FANS, who are one of the reasons why they're still around making music. I understand that Zac is just human, probably tired from all the traveling they've been doing, but shoving a journalist-much more a girl-is uncalled for.
I tried to rack up reasons why he did it. Was it because I was young? He was three years younger than me. Was it because I looked like a fan? I was professional the entire time. Was it because I was Asian? I'd like to believe that he wasn't that shallow. Never in my six years of being a journalist have I been treated with so much disrespect.
I left the place feeling awful that my only experience with a band whose music I've loved and listened to for so long was not only disappointing, but appalling as well. I am still a huge fan of their craft. But I have lost respect for the people behind the albums."
I was apalled. Totally apalled. After I read the article, I found I couldn't breathe. Like, someone had tore my heart and lungs out. I was on the verge of tears.
I have been a fan of Hanson since ...Nowhere. My first major crush had been Zac. I had always found his rather rambunctious sponteinity and childish cheekiness appealing. And it seemed to me that they would forever be faultless, the down-to-earth guys who rock the world and still keep their feet on the ground.
What the Fucking Bloody Hell, Zac? Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize that you've crushed, not just mine, but also about another million hearts out there?
You were out of line, Zac. I share the sentiments of the article's writer. I understand you may have been tired and jetlagged, but she got Machine's and Ike's consents. And it wasn't about you. You shouldn't have made it your issue. What the Fuck, Zac.
I've never felt this hurt before. Now, I don't know what to think. I don't want to lose faith in Hanson, and I don't want to lose respect for them, because they were amazing. Zac gave me a frickin' squeeze-hug, for fuck's sake, and had taken the time to talk to me even though 8 other girls were pushing everything from CD's to posters to breasts for him to sign. And now...what?!
For the past 4 days, I've talked non-stop about Hanson, and how amazing they were, how impressed I was by their raw talent and skill. I've talked non-stop about how nobly Ike put aside his being tired to sign for us, how beautifully Tay smiled after I asked about his family. I've talked non-stop oh-so-enthusiastically about how Zac had given me a squeeze-hug and said "See ya around" as if we would see each other again. I said then that I would never be the same.
You did it again, Zac. You fucking did it again. I said then that I would never be the same again, not after what you did. And now, I'm going to say it again, sans rapture, sans enthusiasm.
I am never going to be the same again, Zachary. Never. I will never look at you the same way ever again.
You know what would make me feel better about all this, about this entire mess? If Zac apologized sincerly for what he did, and to the writer, Maui V. Reyes. That wouldn't make everything all completely alright right away, but it would be a start.
But until that day comes...God HELP ME if it doesn't come...I hope it comes. I hope he actually apologizes. It would heal so many hurts.
Luv, Peace, and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana
How is it possible that a boy-at least an almost man-can make a girl pretty much his age fall for him and then totally crush her heart within a matter of 4 days?
Somebody please tell me, coz that's exactly what a certain 18-year-old American named Zachary Walker Hanson just did to me.
An article entitled "Less Than 24 Hours With Hanson" came out in the Philippine Daily Inquirer today. It was pretty much a 2 page article with 2 massive adverts to cover the rest of the sheet. It had started out nicely enough, with some totally rockin' pictures and some very nicely written backstory on the boysguys. The author was getting to spend pretty much the entire day with Hanson, a privelege she got because a)She's a huuuuuuuuuuuuge fan; and b)coz the PDI was one of the tour's sponsors this side of Asia. She was pretty much havin' fun until Ike announced he was going to have his head shaved. This part of the story I quote directly from the article, so that no embellishment is done on my part, and thus can be accused of me.
"Last on their itinerary before the concert was a sound check at the venue. One of them complained about the absence of a back entrance to the theater, since they were going to have to walk through the throngs of fans waiting at the front gates. Isaac wanted to have his head shaved, and I asked their manager, Machine, if I could take a picture. He said a "before" and "after" shot would be okay, and Isaac agreed. I snapped one photo. "You wouldn't want her to take a photo of you," Zac said from behind me. Isaac assured him it was no big deal. I was about to take another picture when Zac covered my camera lens. I pushed his hand away, thinking he was just joking. If he was, his humor was pretty twisted-he then grabbed my arm and shoved me. Hard.
The only Filipino who was present in the room was another bodyguard, who laughed nervously and motioned for me to come with him outside the dressing room. Machine was just laughing. Zac was smiling. I left the room and quickly called up my editor to tell her about the incident. About 10 minutes later, Zac came up to me, still smiling, and apologized. "I only did it because I told you not to take the picture and you still did," he said. I told him I had the consent of his brother and manager, and it wasn't him I was taking a photo of. He shrugged, apologized again, and went back into his dressing room.
I decided to leave, and headed back to the dressing room to get my things. Taylor, Zac and Machine ignored me as I said goodbye to the other people in the room. I grabbed my bag, hailed a taxi and went home."
What follows is the writer's feelings after the incident, a stand I can relate to as an aspiring journalist and a fellow long-time Hanson fan.
"I wish I could have written about a more pleasant experience with Hanson. I have done nothing but support their music for the past seven years-and I would like to think that it's people like me, the FANS, who are one of the reasons why they're still around making music. I understand that Zac is just human, probably tired from all the traveling they've been doing, but shoving a journalist-much more a girl-is uncalled for.
I tried to rack up reasons why he did it. Was it because I was young? He was three years younger than me. Was it because I looked like a fan? I was professional the entire time. Was it because I was Asian? I'd like to believe that he wasn't that shallow. Never in my six years of being a journalist have I been treated with so much disrespect.
I left the place feeling awful that my only experience with a band whose music I've loved and listened to for so long was not only disappointing, but appalling as well. I am still a huge fan of their craft. But I have lost respect for the people behind the albums."
I was apalled. Totally apalled. After I read the article, I found I couldn't breathe. Like, someone had tore my heart and lungs out. I was on the verge of tears.
I have been a fan of Hanson since ...Nowhere. My first major crush had been Zac. I had always found his rather rambunctious sponteinity and childish cheekiness appealing. And it seemed to me that they would forever be faultless, the down-to-earth guys who rock the world and still keep their feet on the ground.
What the Fucking Bloody Hell, Zac? Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize that you've crushed, not just mine, but also about another million hearts out there?
You were out of line, Zac. I share the sentiments of the article's writer. I understand you may have been tired and jetlagged, but she got Machine's and Ike's consents. And it wasn't about you. You shouldn't have made it your issue. What the Fuck, Zac.
I've never felt this hurt before. Now, I don't know what to think. I don't want to lose faith in Hanson, and I don't want to lose respect for them, because they were amazing. Zac gave me a frickin' squeeze-hug, for fuck's sake, and had taken the time to talk to me even though 8 other girls were pushing everything from CD's to posters to breasts for him to sign. And now...what?!
For the past 4 days, I've talked non-stop about Hanson, and how amazing they were, how impressed I was by their raw talent and skill. I've talked non-stop about how nobly Ike put aside his being tired to sign for us, how beautifully Tay smiled after I asked about his family. I've talked non-stop oh-so-enthusiastically about how Zac had given me a squeeze-hug and said "See ya around" as if we would see each other again. I said then that I would never be the same.
You did it again, Zac. You fucking did it again. I said then that I would never be the same again, not after what you did. And now, I'm going to say it again, sans rapture, sans enthusiasm.
I am never going to be the same again, Zachary. Never. I will never look at you the same way ever again.
You know what would make me feel better about all this, about this entire mess? If Zac apologized sincerly for what he did, and to the writer, Maui V. Reyes. That wouldn't make everything all completely alright right away, but it would be a start.
But until that day comes...God HELP ME if it doesn't come...I hope it comes. I hope he actually apologizes. It would heal so many hurts.
Luv, Peace, and Imaginary Peanut Butter,
~Marciana