Who are these people?

I was a movie magazine fiend when I was a teenager. I mean, I bought anything that had anything about Fabian., Bobby Rydell, Troy Donahue, Connie Stevens, Natalie Wood. I read them all. Anyone who needed to know anything about the stars and teen idols of the late 50s/early 60s could come to me, and I could spout off everything about them from their birthdays, birth places, parents, siblings...you name it. I had a major crush on an actor named Peter Brown from the "Lawman" television series and later, on David McCallum of "The Man from Uncle" series. Connie Stevens and Hayley Mills were my idea of what a real girl should be. I wanted that long blond hair and blue eyes. I've never had the blue eyes, but I did get the long blond hair via Summer Blond and beyond. But I was never cutesy poo like Stevens. She started to seem way too much like her character's name, Cricket, which was just too too. Hayley Mills on the other hand has always been great to me. And well, David McCallum is now Ducky on NCIS and just as cute as ever.

Okay, I now buy "People", "Entertainment Weekly", and "Us" magazines although I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I buy "Us".  And I gotta be honest. I don't know half the celebrities in them. I mean, who is Molly Sims, Emily Blount, or Lauren Conrad? And it seems like all the guys look the same, messy spiky hair and six pack abs. And, well, they all look about 14. This shouldn't be important to me really. I shouldn't care that I don't know who these people are. So why do I? Maybe I'm missing being a teenager...gad, no!.. not in a million years. I think it's just that I feel detached somehow from the world of celebrities, and I was the "know it all"about celebrity queen. It's hard to give up a crown, but being on the far side of 60 and not really caring that I never made it as a star on Broadway, I have to admit that these folks are just not important in my life anymore.

I just don't have crushes on gorgeous male stars like I used to. Maybe there just aren't any Michael Landons anymore although George Clooney is still the epitome of male stardom. And what's considered glamorous is skin and bones, gobs of bizarre make up, really really ugly gowns and a seemingly lack of social graces. Oh, and the ability to speak without saying "like" every other word is...well, like maddening.

Holy mackerel, I'm beginning to sound like, gasp!, my mother! But, I gotta admit. Brad Pitt is really really cute!