Meghan’s post about JTT and the subsequent comments about all the celebrity crushes of my generation only served as a reminder about my own personal shortcoming: I don’t have celebrity crushes. In middle school when all the girls were cutting out their Tiger Beat pictures of JTT and Jonathan Brandeis and my sister was rewinding the scene in Casper where Devon Sawa and Christina Ricci kiss, I was far more interested in the general phenomenon of celebrity crushes. Read More Manufacturing a Celebrity Crush
Once upon a time I fancied myself in genuine, once-in-a-lifetime, preteen lurv with Jonathan Taylor Thomas. The “once-in-a-lifetime” tag applies especially, because I’ve never been one for celebrity crushes. Other than a brief, mental dalliance with suit-wearing Joseph Gordon-Levitt circa Inception (you can keep your mopey, plaid-shirt-wearing JGL circa 500 Days of Summer), I haven’t experienced a major crush since JTT (please pardon my use of acronyms; they just feel right). Read More Wherefore Art Thou, Jonathan Taylor Thomas?
As a teenager in the late eighties, Winona Ryder was my hero. An article in either Bop! or Tiger Beat once misidentified her birthday as the same as mine, so in my vapid teenage way I felt, you know, really connected to her. I’m not sure if it was Dracula or finding out we were not birthday twins that ended my girl crush, but for a time between 1987 – 1994 or so, she was the cats pajamas. Read More Growing up X: From Heathers to Reality Bites