Because or Why Not

Recently I had a huge thing for Channing Tatum.  By huge I mean that I'd watch Youtube fan videos.  I know who he married and dug dirty deatils like his stripper past out of Wikipedia.  Fortunently I don't get celeb crushes very easily, and when I do they're easily worn out.  In fact, the only other current celeb I remember googling for my own interest was Avril Lavigne.  I'm actually sorry.  I was sixteen and she was still pretending to be cool.  Other then that I've never cared for celebs.

Except... You know those black and white prints you find in trendy retro shops?  I can't help but love the aura of that era.  I used to crave saddle shoes and get my Mom to sign Buddy Holly cassettes out of the library.  I rarely have the patience for a classic movie, but I do love stills and reprints of original posters.  Audrey Hepburn, Clark Gable, Marilyn Monroe, Steve Mcqueen.

Which leads me to confess my other, longer lasting, celeb crush.  That's right.  James Dean.  Really, though.  Who wouldn't love that leather jacket and smouldering gaze?  An immortalized rebel without a cause.  To bad Wickipedia told me he was gay.

"Live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse" -James Dean