I like to listen to talk radio, I know, most people roll their eyes at me when I say that, but it's okay, it is, after all, an acquired taste. I especially enjoy listening to NPR (National Public Radio) or PRI (Public Radio International).
Today I was listening while getting ready to go to friends and they were talking to an author about her new book. She is Allison Pearson and she wrote the book, "I Think I Love You." Does that sound familiar? Does it stir up memories? It did for me too. Who didn't love David Cassidy back in the 70's? Well the book is about a 13yr old girl who loves David Cassidy, she idolizes him, she is obsessed with meeting him. The author based this on her infatuation with David Cassidy in the early 70's and she made a comment, "it was all about David Cassidy for me, for girls younger than me, it was Donny Osmond and girls older than me, it was more like Bobby Sherman." She said she was 13 in 1974, I was 8. She pegged me right. It was all about Donny Osmond.
Some things never change, look around... our little girls, tween, pre-pubescent trouble makers have gone from obsessing over The Jonas Brothers to Edward vs. Jacob to Justin Bieber... AHHHH OH MY GOD JUSTIN BIEBER. I have to laugh at myself when I roll my eyes or sigh at their excitement because I, as well as all my friends were the same way. The generations before us were just as bad, you have seen the archived films of hoards of girls screaming and crying over The Beatles and Elvis Presley among others.
I remember asking my mom why those girls were crying. She told me because they were excited that The Beatles were in America. On that same footage they showed the Ed Sullivan show when Elvis was there and how crazy the girls were. I just didn't understand how girls could be so.... girlie. Well, confession time, I had my "crazy" moment when I was about 12. I went to Six Flags Over Mid America and had no idea until we saw the marquee out front that Davy Jones and Mickey Dolenz of The Monkees were going to be performing!! OMG OMG OMG - I loved the Monkees, I loved the stupid show, I thought they were all dreamy at different times, except for Mike, I didn't care for him. Anyway, I told my mom that the first thing I was going to find out was what time they were performing and would be at that show! She rolled her eyes, she didn't care, it meant she got a break form being dragged from place to place. Long story short, I went, they performed and I screamed my fool head off and yes, I cried. I finally understood.
That was just one moment in time. Back on the home front aka the base of obsession, I had posters on my wall or Donald Clark Osmond - I felt I knew him and had planned to grow up and marry him. Joining him was Scott Baio, who I was also going to marry. Scott and Donny were actual big poster sized posters but I also had both of them torn out of Tiger Beat, everything from the pin up pics to little cut out pictures... they also shared the walls with Lief Garrett, Tony Danza and Ralph Macchio, The Original Karate Kid and Kristy McNichol. I wouldn't understand this crush until years later!!
Do you remember your first crushes? Dealing with little ones who just know they are going to be the next Mrs. Jonas or Mrs. Bieber? Do you still have crushes on celebrities? Not crazy obsessed ones like when we were kids but you know the kind were you think... Oh yeah, I would go there. LOL Mine is Mark Wahlberg... or Mila Kunis... or J Lo.... yes please!
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