"If Harry Styles reads this, he’ll probably hate it."
Our middle-aged writer takes on the massive boy band's latest—but turns down the iPod lest any music leak out and people think he's creepy and mental.
Guster’s frontman knows that One Direction didn’t make their new album for him, but he appreciates the Journey and Fleetwood Mac nods anyway.
A trip to see the boy band's latest movie prompts discussion of straight queerness, Japanese crossdressers and masturbation as performance art.
In my (relatively) short lifetime of cultural awareness, I've witnessed a (relatively) massive evolution of pop music. My first taste of true love...