This is not a review of High School Musical 3
Let me re-emphasise immediately that this is not a review of High School Musical 3! There will never be a review of HSM 3 on this blog if I can help it…and I can help it!
Being an aunty of little girls, I have been subjected to many things, from Barney to the Wiggles.
I have been made to sing Baa Baa black Sheep at least 10 trillion times.
I have been coerced by a then 9 year old into watching HSM 1 and 2 since all my niece spoke of was Sharpay, Gabrielle and TROY! Afterwards I told her that Troy looked and acted like a girl…which didn’t go down too well.
To keep my sanity I had to say no to the 3rd sequel, which she fortunately saw with her friends at the movies over the weekend (her 11th birthday). On Sunday I asked her if she liked it. She gave a guarded, non-commital yes. I asked if it was better than the first two…and got a slightly more enthusiastic yes.
Having nieces is very similar to having boyfriends.
You start off putting rules into place of how the relationship will be conducted. You say to yourself, your friends and to your new boyfriend that you will never do that! Before you know it you are not only doing what your resolved not to do, but you find yourself watching WWE wrestling stuff and some unmentionable stuff as well.
That is how when one Friday night her parents dropped her off at my home with overnight bag, Barbie make-up and High School Musical dvd in hand I got pursuaded to watch the teenaged musical that lauched a thousand knock off high school musicals.
