In Defense of Rock Star Crushes
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Beiberettes, One Directioners, I’m here to tell you, I get it. I’ve been there. I have a history of rock star crushes. Donny Osmond. Shaun Cassidy. Rick Springfield. Rod Stewart. Jon Bon Jovi. Paul Stanley. Jon Bon Jovi. I pretty much kept going back to Jon, because who doesn’t love him? Eventually, I did grow up a little and my rock star fantasies took on a certain nostalgia. Real life became about marriage, babies and bills.
Alas, as a sign of a possible midlife crisis, I find myself once again, rock star smitten. Continue reading My Ode to Bobby