Hi guys.
Last night I drank boxed wine while wearing yoga pants, watch Tangled and Harold and Maude with my husband, and banged out some pretty boss tweets on Twitter. I mean look, that’s hurricane survival right there. I somehow ended up tweet-rambling about Mackenzie Astin, the first celebrity crush I can recall having. Sure, I thought Michael Jackson looked cute posing with that tiger on the inside of the Thriller album, but Mackenzie (or Mack, as we fans liked to call him) was the first famous guy I fell HARD for. Yes, at the age of seven I was in love with boy who played Cloris Leachman’s adopted son on The Facts of Life. Even at a young age, I knew how to pick ‘em.
The thing is, I don’t really remember watching TFL that much. Instead, my crush grew simply from the Bop magazines I used to buy. I was a junkie for their glossy pages filled with dimpled boys with feathered mullets. Corey, Corey, Ralph, Kirk, Ricky — they were cute, but NO ONE could compare to my ginger love. I would rip Mackenzie’s pictures out of the magazine and sleep with them under my pillow, because I was a genius and apparently figured out The Secret when I was still in second grade. And it worked! Because last night, Mackenzie Astin saw my tweet and RESPONDED. My seven-year-old self would be so excited to know he somehow knew of my existence, she would not even care that in the future we can magically communicate with celebrities over computers using things with nonsensical names.
In conclusion: Mackenzie Astin is a good dude (follow him!), Twitter really is useful for making dreams come true and I didn’t cry in Harold and Maude like I thought I would. Thanks, Hurricane Irene!
