My little girl loves The Jonas Brothers, who, like Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana, is a candy confection created by Disney. They’re “serious” musicians, I guess. It’s just that their music sucks (I especially hate their cover of “Kids in America,” retitled “Kids of the Future“).

I know that I’m old, and I’m a male, and I’m out of touch with the younger generation, and that I probably don’t get music, but I don’t really don’t get these kids’ popularity (and the truth is that they’re not really all kids… the oldest is 19 and the youngest is 14). My daughter especially loves the brother named Nick. Here he is:

“Hi! I’m a doof!”

WTF, right? The Jonas Brothers remind me of those three little blonde haired girls from Oklahoma who weren’t cute either but scored big with that dumb song “Mmmbop” or whatever the hell it was called.

But what bothers me most about The Jonas Brothers is that I know that while they might be big with the little girls now, they’ll fade into obscurity eventually only to come back old and fugly to re-capitalize on the all the wet panties they created decades before, only to realize that those little girls grew up (and probably in a lot of cases out) and it’s just not the same anymore. But they’ll still torture us all over again anyway. In fact, the plan is already in place.

Kind of like how this:

We were “Hangin’ Tough” (as tough as pussies can hang)…

Has morphed into this:

…but now we’re lookin’ pretty rough (and still as pussified as ever).

God help me in 20 years. Hopefully I’ll be dead by then.