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. To this day I can tell you names and details of girls I knew who were outspoken about their celeb crushes, although I had none of my own.
I have always felt weird that I just don’t crush on people on-screen. I don’t lust after them either. A topless scene with Alexander Skarsgard may as well be played with him in a sweatshirt for all the difference it makes to me. But in high school I decided that I needed to manufacture a celebrity crush. My celebrity of choice was Andrew Keegan. Remember him? There’s another Where Is He Now for you. (According to IMDB he does a lot of guest spots on shows like CSI and he was in one of the terrible Christmas movies on Netflix Instant that I reviewed). Anyway, in 1997 he played Wilson, Mary’s boyfriend on 7th Heaven. I watched 7th Heaven every week and he certainly was not an unattractive boy, so he made a good crush. To the teen mags I went! I cut out pictures of Andrew Keegan along with interjections like “Hot!” and “Cute!” and pasted them….to the inside of my closet….behind my clothes. Writing this now I have no idea what purpose it was meant to serve. My friends would be unlikely to see it if they came over. I didn’t look at them and dreamily manufacture our wedding or first kiss. Did I think my making up a celebrity crush, even if it was one that only I knew about, I would feel less left-out and teen angsty? Who knows. Anyway, in 1997 I was 15 and at that age I don’t even think girls were cutting out pictures of boys anymore. Maybe they were, but I wouldn’t know anything about that.