Celebrity Crush - Part I

The celebrity crush is an interesting phenomenon.

Celebrities often have particular talents which drive their fame, but that's not why we love them so much.  The reason we cross the line from enjoying their work to building a shrine for them in our bedroom has nothing to do with fame and everything to do with the everyday rules of attraction.  If they're hot and our perception of their personality is charming or adorable, then their repeated glamorous exposure simply keeps them rattling around in our heads long enough for a crush to take hold.

It's no different to admiring the cutie in the accounts department at work, except that celebrities tend to have the odds stacked in their favour with an increased likelihood of good looks and being professionally photographed all the time.

Unfortunately the public persona they portray is quite often very different to their true nature, so if we're ever lucky enough to chat with our celebrity crush, chances are quite high that it'll ruin a good fantasy.

This is why it's often best to keep these crushes confined to bittersweet daydreams.  The less we really know about someone the more our mind fills in the blanks with what we wish they were like, and consequently the more appealing they become.

Base attraction aside, I've only had one sizable celebrity crush that I've carried with me since I was a teenager, and thank goodness I've never had the pleasure of spending an afternoon with her because as unlikely as it is, I'd really mourn the loss of the fantasy if I found her annoying or stupid or something.

On the other hand, what if you had the chance to spend some real time chatting and hanging out with your celebrity crush and they turned out to be everything you could hope for, only even more intelligent, funny and charming?

I think that for me, it would be even more horrible than finding out I really can't stand her.  After sharing space with my romanticised image of perfection personified, the inevitable rejection would be devastating... after all that's why they call it a crush, right?

Thank goodness this story isn't about me.