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Sarah, do you remember the first time you found out that boy bands were actually all created by some white guy doing open casting calls in Florida?

Yeah, it's actually something I've known for a really long time because one of my older sisters was obsessed with boy bands.

So it's just kind of knowledge I've had to sit with for too long.

Yeah.

Well, I remember feeling personally affronted by that information,

and it was for some reason really important that I know that these boys were organic friends

and that they loved each other very much and that they were also maybe kissing after their shows.

I mean, I still believe all that.

Oh, good. Okay. Well, that's nice.

I think it was like a manufactured chemistry, you know?

Well, that ruins it a little bit.

But I've got a really good one this week.

It's all about one of the Svengalis that made the pop stars that I used to want to sexlessly grind up on. So Sarah, let's go back to the 90s.

It's Thanksgiving weekend, 1998. Lance Bass and his in-sync bandmates are sitting with their

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