Boybands — How The Young Female Brain Is “Tricked” Into Obsession
How To Profit Wildly From Female Psychology
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Putting up a poster of a handsome boyband member in your room and daydreaming about becoming his girlfriend seems like a normal adolescent experience for teenage girls. But is it normal?
Enormous crowds of teenage girls and young women show up to boyband concerts; screaming and crying as if they were watching a family member perform.
They rewatch their favourite boyband stars, whether it be Harry Styles, Zayn Malik or whoever else, over and over again on Youtube. Some fans become utterly obsessed; learning every single detail of the private life of their crush, and following them around the country as they go on tour.
Have you ever taken a step back to consider how utterly bizarre this all is?
After all, for all of human history until 1964, boybands didn’t exist. For millions of years, the only other boys that teenage girls knew about were the boys in their immediate circle.
Today, it’s seen as completely normal for women to crush and obsess over a boy they’ve never had a real conversation with. And the boy she’s crushing over doesn’t even know that she exists.
The Parasocial Relationship
As we go through puberty at a young age, our brain is befuddled and rewired in strange and often damaging ways by the media we see on our electronic screens; one such way is the formation of unnatural parasocial relationships.
A parasocial relationship is a one-sided relationship where a person develops a sense of connection and familiarity with a media figure or celebrity. And they’re an extremely common modern day phenomenon.
To put it simply, it’s a relationship created through an electronic screen. You feel like you know a celebrity, but they don’t know you exist.
They don’t know you exist.
Sure, we’ve always had one-sided, parasocial figures with literary figures in books and tales, but it’s only been since the invention of the television in 1927 that parasocial relationships have become a part of our daily lives.
