Did you have their pictures on your wall or in your locker?
Did you dress like them, style or colour your hair like them, follow them, meet them, marry them? (It could happen.)
Photos of THEM would be good, photos of YOU at the time you liked them would be even better.
Also, if you have time, I’d like to know whether they had any influence over your life, the person you became, or if they were just an embarrassing blip you would kind of rather forget about.
Okay, this is a topic I can yak about for hours because I had soooo many celebrity crushes as a preteen and teen. When my brother reads this post he is going to roll with laughter at all those memories of me pasting posters from Tiger Beat and Teen Beat on my bedroom walls. It was bad, really bad. There were too many celebrity crushes to list them all, so I'll just focus on a couple. First of all, let me set the stage. Here's what I looked like back then.
How about that cheerleading pose, hmm? As Fergie says, glamorous...or so I thought. M*A*S*H was one of my favorite television shows, wide pants were in and saddle oxfords were back...for the third time. We took Pringles chips in our lunchboxes, and you weren't cool if you didn't have a Trapper Keeper. I had a crush on about half the boys in my class, but I saved my biggest crushes for the stars that graced my TV and radio. I flirted briefly with a crush on the Fonz. Happy Days was pretty new, and he seemed cool. But then my cousin from "up north" came to visit and informed me that the Fonz was old hat in her neck of the woods and anybody who was anybody liked that newcomer, John Travolta, from Welcome Back Kotter. So as not to appear a country bumpkin, I switched my alliance immediately. It didn't last long though because pretty soon I discovered the pop king that would make me swoon, cause me to watch The Hardy Boys religiously and cover my bedroom wall with dozens of posters....Shaun Cassidy.
Oh yeah. I was hot for Joe Hardy. I spent every spare dime I had on Tiger Beat magazine. I pored over his vital statistics. I could tell you his birth date, the names of his family members, his height, his weight and the name of his pets. I played his 45's over and over and sang Da Doo Ron Ron 'til my voice was done gone. It was bad. Almost as bad as my mother's cousin's crush on Elvis. Although, I never had to fight over my celebrity memorabilia in divorce court like she did. Just for fun, I zipped around the web to see what Shaun looks like today. Here's a little before and after action.
Hmmm. Not too bad, but what happened to that cute little backside? Well, I guess teen heart throbs get old too. Old videos of him singing his three hit songs are on YouTube, and by the looks of the comments, I wasn't the only one with a hankering for this Hardy Boy.
My Shaun Cassidy crush started to fade when my hormones really kicked in. I discovered a new man, one a little edgier and a little more dangerous. Ain't that just like a woman? Always falling for the bad guy. This guy rolled across my radio one day with Tonight's The Night and I fell hard. In fact, I never looked back. I dumped Shaun for Rod Stewart and his naughty music....his sexy butt (are you seeing a trend) and his spiky hair. My best friend, E., fell too. We worshiped at the Do Ya' Think I'm Sexy alter for hours, picking up the needle on the turntable and repeating the dirty parts of his songs to squeals of "Can you believe he said that?" Here's what my boy Rod looks like today.
He's holding up pretty well for sixty. I can't believe he's that old. And to be honest with you, I still have the hots for him. After all these years, and after those wrinkles set in, I'm still in love with this bad boy. I will be sad when he stops singing. I finally saw him in concert about twenty years ago. I was so into the show, I hardly spoke to my date all night. I'd like to see Rod one more time before he quits touring. I've been combing Ticket Master the last couple of years, trying to catch him close to home. He's getting close. He has an August show about five hours away from me. I may catch a little Hot Legs before the summer is over. In the meantime, I'll make do with my current celebrity crush. Have you seen his butt?