When you’ve willfully ceased the broad accumulation of pop culture knowledge about 1991, there are lots of things you don’t know. Chief amongst these are strange little connections between my dear little world of yesterday and today’s pathetic arena of need and horrid manners.
I just discovered that one of my very first celebrity crushes is Paris Hilton’s aunt.
That’s just wrong.
Thanks to hissandpop.com for the image.
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The first celebrity crush I can remember was Leif Garrett. Man it was so cool when he tried to have a comeback and there was an MTV special about it.
“(You)…were made for dancin’….all, all, all, all night long…”
You should suggest him to the Big Spring Jam organizers. He’s just the kind of guy to show up.