Maggie Wilson’s public confession about her affections for Mighty Mouse inspired me to write this post.
My first crush was Kermit the Frog. Specifically, Kermit the Reporter Frog as pictured here:
Clearly, early on, I knew that I would be competing against dramatic blondes with pig faces.
Those formative years are so precious, aren’t they?
Admittedly, with my father, I watched a lot of sports, particularly boxing, on what I thought was “Wild World of Sports” but those half-naked, muscled, weekend men never appealed to me. No, I loved to learn. While my mother took her coffee and her paper, I was in the den with Sesame Street and The Electric Company, who were my everyday companions.
The beauty of my love for Reporter Kermit is that I developed a quirky fetish for newsmen. This led to a significant crush on Peter Jennings, then Anderson Cooper, and well, after that, almost any intelligent man with a high forehead and knack for delivering information in a kindly manner.
Despite the fact that I frequently go to bed with Jon Stewart
on my television, lust had nothing to do with these crushes then, and has nothing to do with them now. Lust came much later, in the form of Jon Bon Jovi on my MTV, who, I might add, proved to be a worthy long-term investment.
*sigh* The Mister will be home soon. Too bad it was too cold for him to wear his trenchcoat today…
This is my third post for Just Jot It January. Feel free to join us in our jotting, and leave all your random crush commentary below.