It is hard for even me to believe right now that, in the year of our lord 2016, I am writing an entire, full-fledged post about the (former?) boy band known as One Direction. They are on a “break,” you see, which most people have taken to assuming really means a breakup, considering Zayn Malik already left, Harry Styles is becoming a movie star, Louis Tomlinson is a dad now, and Liam Payne & Niall Horan have separate record deals. Yet here we are.
It is important to note that I do love One Direction — and its fandom — deeply. While I have never (officially) written any fan fiction or created any One Direction memes myself, I recently received a comedy Niall Horan “chónce” tribute sweatshirt for my 23rd birthday, which meant more to me than most material possessions might. I also did a presentation on One Direction for a sociology class that I took my senior year of college, which I believe had an argument along the lines of boy bands like One Direction establishing a form of collective behavior that is both beneficial and detrimental for young girls and feminism or something. It’s not important. Photographic evidence is below: