When I was 12 years old, most girls in my junior high school drooled over Tiger Beat pictures of River Phoenix, the Bloom brothers or Johnny Depp (circa 21 Jump Street). My school was really white. I, on the other hand, let my nerd flag fly with a full-on girl crush for Wil Wheaton, aka Wesley Crusher from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Fast foward 20 years and I have a new celebrity crush. While there is one big difference, there’s an eerie resemblence.
What can I say? I have a thing for nerds that can A) build me a mini-tractor beam from scratch and B) parse out the geo-political implications of a knuckle-dragging CPAC goon’s views.
Looking back, a teenage Wil was the closest thing one could get to a baby butch and still have a penis. I’m writing this up in the “Why didn’t I know then” column.