Now that I teach high school students I can’t help but laugh when I hear the boys pew-pooing today’s heartthrobs. It’s not so much their displays of teenage machismo that I find amusing but how vividly they remind me of how my friends and I used to rail on the young artists our classmates used to crush on. These moments are just another reminder that the more things change the more they stay the same. All this to say I apologize for every cross word I ever uttered toward Tevin Campbell circa 1988-1994.