Celebrity

 I've never been much of a celebrity lover.  Most of the time I just don't care.

I'm not exactly sure why, I just figure I'm not friends with them, so why worry about it?

Even when I was young,  I didn't really get in to it.

When all the girls at school were drooling over the Hansen posters on their walls and singing "MMMM, Bop" I was just too realistic to crush on them. 

I knew I was never going to meet them.

As much as I loved "bop do waa doo wop"-ing down the hall, I knew I would never kiss them or have thier babies.  Why waste my babysitting money on calenders and cardboard cut-outs?

I'm straying off subject, though. 

There is ONE Celebrity who I would say made an impression on my life. 

And she died yesterday.

And that makes me sad.

I remember my sister getting this album on casette tape.

I was a little jealous, even if I was confused as to why the girl on the cover didn't have hair.

Why was I jealous, you ask?

Because I wanted the music underneath that bald lady.

I was that 4 year old girl, belting The Greatest Love of All at the top of my tiny little lungs.  And what 5 year old girl doesn't love shaking her bitsy little booty to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" in her living room?  And who will that same 8 year old girl always love? "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIeeeeeeeeeIIIIIIIIIIIIII, will always LOOOOVE YOOOOOOOU!" that's who. 

In all seriousness, I think I first recognized my love for singing while I was singing along to Whitney.  I first recognized my love for dance while I was making up dances with my sister to Whiney.  She made an impression.  She had one of the greatest voices of all time.  She was completely effortless.

So, even though I didn't love the bobby-brown loving, drug riddled, 87 pounds, "crack is whack" Whitney, I will forever love her.