I don’t know when it happened.
But somehow, K-Pop has taken over my home.
K-Pop is short for Korean pop.
No. I’m not Korean.
Why, then, has K-pop taken over your home, you ask?
I have no idea.
One day it wasn’t there, and the next it was.
I come home and K-Pop Tasty Road, or KCon (the K-Pop conference), or some other inane candy-colored show is on my beautiful 42″ Samsung.
Is that a Korean set? Hmmm…
Thinking back, K-pop has been creeping insidiously into my life for a minute.
It started with Iron Chef.
And then Smile Again Donghae.
Soon Tasty Road and Hello Pop were added to the mix.
Then came Mnet.
And my demise.
Mnet is everything K-pop.
Even though they play the same things over and over in an endless loop of dancing robotic young Asians, somehow I can’t seem to break its hypnotic grip.
I can’t tell one boy group from another.
GOT7, BTOB, TOPPDOGG, LunaFly, FT Island…
A bunch of androgynous boys clad in tight-fitting leather.
Very Boy George, the lot of them.
Girl groups are no different.
RunDevilRun, 2NE1, Girls Generation, Lip Service, 4Minute…
A stage full of six or seven gyrating automatons.
Singing or rapping their little hearts out.
I don’t get it.
Perhaps if I were a young Asian girl, I’d be all in.
But I’m not.
So I’m not.
I blame the wife.
She’s all into the crisp clean lines and manicured…well, everything.
There is something to be said about the highly stylized nature of K-pop content.
But the homogeneousness of it all makes it monotonous, quickly.
And since you really can’t tell one group member (much less one group) from another, I don’t get it.
Clearly though, there are millions that do.
Hopefully the kids will pick up Korean the way foreigners pick up English from watching tv.
I doubt it, but who knows.
What I do know is that since I’ve been paying attention, there are a number of new programs out there.
Far more than there were a year ago.
And this trend tells me that Kpop is here to stay.