{"id":397,"date":"2006-02-21T12:30:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-21T12:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=397"},"modified":"2006-02-21T12:30:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-21T12:30:00","slug":"crushes-crushed-and-crushing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2006\/02\/21\/crushes-crushed-and-crushing\/","title":{"rendered":"Crushes, crushed and crushing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Everyone in the blogosphere seems to be waxing nostalgic lately. On the weekend, Phantom Scribbler<\/a> evoked the essence of my 1970s childhood with a post that crossed from Darth Vader to Peter and the Wolf; Mililou posted a great quiz<\/a> on kid-TV from the 1970s, and then there was my own memories of a mediated childhood <\/a>from the week before.<\/p>\n

So when I was looking at your suggestions <\/a>for blog topics, Dean Dad’s suggestion of worst celebrity crushes struck me as perfectly timely. (And when you’re done here, click on over to Dean Dad’s hilarious reproduction <\/a>of a freshman essay comparing and contrasting Brokeback Mountain and Curious George. It’s painfully funny.)<\/p>\n

See, I’m a bit of an expert on crushes, in that I always have one. I love crushes, and no, that’s not an oxymoron. My first celebrity crush was Davy Jones <\/a>from the Monkees. My best friend, Jennifer Morgan, was going to marry Shaun Cassidy, and I was going to marry Davy Jones, and we were going to live across the street from each other just like we did then, and raise our families together. Since I ended up being 5’8″ tall, I think Davy Jones would have come up to around my sternum.<\/p>\n

That crush didn’t last long, but for years I had a major thing for Donny Osmond. My cousin gave me this album <\/a>and I nearly wore it out for playing “Puppy Love” over and over and over again. <\/a><\/p>\n

Then Star Wars came out, I was instantly in love with Luke Skywalker. I had a crush on Mark Hamill, too, but by that time I could understand that he was just an actor playing a part, and lived far away in America, and we would probably never meet. But Luke Skywalker, I pined for. I read the Star Wars tie-in novel, and in the scene where Luke is confronted by the angry Tuskan Raider on the sand dune while searching for R2D2 and he faints, my nine-year-old heart melted with his vulnerability.<\/p>\n

I went through the same Tiger Beat <\/a>phase as every other preteen I know, and spent endless hours clipping out photos of John Stamos, Willie Aames and Andrew Stevens. Scott Baio in particular was a favourite of this era in crushdom.<\/p>\n

When I started high school, I upgraded my little suitcase record player for an actual stereo, and I packed away my Donny Osmond album for a little Canadian content in the form of Bryan Adams<\/a>. I had a crush on him through most of high school, and remember being endlessly jealous of an early boyfriend’s sister who actually met Bryan Adams on a train to Toronto in 1984. He’s still high on my “celebrities I would love to meet someday” list.<\/p>\n

Yikes, this is getting ugly – okay, let’s hit the ‘fast forward’ button and skim through the 1980s and 1990s… George Michael, Rob Lowe, Michael Stipe, John Cusack, Brad Pitt (circa Legends of the Fall<\/a>), and Cary Elwes from The Princess Bride <\/a>(actually, it was more Westley that I had the crush on).<\/p>\n

Today, I’d have to say that I still have a crush on Evan Farmer<\/a>, the host of While You Were Out, and Ewan McGregor – especially after seeing Moulin Rouge <\/a>again and again. And just this weekend we watched Elizabethtown <\/a>and I finally get why everybody is going on about Orlando Bloom. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t kick Harrison Ford out of bed for eating crackers, either. And speaking of Elizabethtown, he’s not much to look at, but I am head over heels in love with the soul of Cameron Crowe<\/a>. And Douglas Coupand. And Nick Hornby.<\/p>\n

Okay, that’s more than enough from me. What about you? Dish it – who are your celebrity crushes, past or present?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Everyone in the blogosphere seems to be waxing nostalgic lately. On the weekend, Phantom Scribbler evoked the essence of my 1970s childhood with a post that crossed from Darth Vader to Peter and the Wolf; Mililou posted a great quiz on kid-TV from the 1970s, and then there was my own memories of a mediated … Continue reading “Crushes, crushed and crushing”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=397"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}