I refuse to talk about Tiger Woods, the Masters or his cheating. I will say this however, the editors of Vanity Fair should be ashamed of themselves. I know they want to sell magazines, something few of us buy anymore, but don’t they even for a minute, consider Tiger Woods’ wife Elin or their children? I think not.

Moving on.

Do you know who this is?

Justin Bieber

I didn’t until last week. Now he is all I hear about.

My daughter is in love with Justin Bieber. She’s only in first grade. I don’t think I had my first crush until I was in third grade but I guess they grow up a lot faster now.  She is already talking about their wedding.

My first love was Donnie Osmond. I was also convinced that if he just noticed me he would fall madly in love with me and we would be married and live happily every after. And then I fell in love with Shaun Cassidy whom I was also sure would find me irresistible once he met me.

I’m actually relieved that nothing every developed between Donnie and myself. Our political views are not compatible, we could never see eye to eye on religion, I wouldn’t under any circumstance had as many kids as he wanted and he looks funny with all that plastic surgery. I dodged a bullet on that one.

Shaun Cassidy on the other hand would have been a great catch. He still looks cute, he’s an amazing writer and he hasn’t gotten into any trouble since he was a pop star, at least none that I am aware.

I’m not prepared for puppy love yet. I don’t know how to handle it except to not make a big deal out of it. When I told my mother about my love of Donnie and Shaun she belittled it considerably. She called it puppy love, and basically made fun of me for having a crush on someone who would never notice me in a million years. Yeah maybe, but only because I lived in flyover country and unless my parents were willing to take me to Los Angeles I wasn’t going to meet either on of them.  They weren’t.

I’m sure Justin will be the first in a long line of crushes my daughter has, especially since they are churning out these young stars much faster than they did when I was a kid. YouTube and Facebook have made stars out of people who wouldn’t normally get the kind of exposure necessary to become a one hit wonder at most.

For now, I am going to try to get excited with my daughter when she plays one of his videos or one of his songs comes on the radio. Why not? Just because his voice hasn’t changed yet and it sounds like fingernails on a blackboard to me doesn’t mean that I can’t get wrapped up in the love as well.

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