My family is amused by my crush on Johnny Depp. In fact, they flat-out indulge me. For Christmas, my husband gave me an autographed 8×10 and my daughter bought me a Pirates of the Carribbean II poster featuring my favorite expatriate.
Johnny embodies the typical “unattainable bad boy” persona that so many fantasy men do. He’s a rebel, refusing to play the Hollywood game; He looks fantastic in whatever he happens to pick up at the thrift store and even makes gold teeth and unbathed look good; He’s funny AND talented. And we just can’t put our finger on the real J.D… which makes him infinitely more desirable.
My mom had a crush when she was over 30. Several in fact… but the first one I remember was Harrison Ford after we saw Star Wars for the first time. I was 12, so of course Mark Hamill was the highlight of the film for me. I was amazed that my mom thought that smart-ass, scruffy-looking Han Solo was the superior crush material of the two. I was pretty shocked to know she was capable of crushes at all, frankly; but then to have such horrible taste… it was embarrassing.
Too bad we didn’t think to give my mom a poster for Christmas. Now, I just have to figure out where to hang mine.