One of the things that I love about blogging is the anonymity, and the freedom that secrecy gives me, to show the real me. The me that I sometimes squash because I'm embarrassed that my friends might see through my thin veneer of coolness to the spaz that lies within. There has been some interesting talk around the ol' blogosphere the past few days - Celebrity Crushes and the interesting searches that have brought readers to our blogs. These posts have inspired me to reveal one of my deepest, darkest secrets to you, my blog buddies. Because if you can't keep it real with your friends on the internet, then what's the point? This is a secret that I've shared with the Hubby, my dogs, and one of my cats (who is currently trying to curl up on my laptopslnldiadada - Gah!) because the other one could care less about my secrets because, hey, he's got his own life to lead. So, blog friends, promise you won't laugh. Promise you won't point at me and whisper behind your hand to each other. Promise? Okay, here goes...
I have a girl crush.
(this should bring the internet pervs out in droves.)
Its generally accepted to have a girl crush on someone like Angelina Jolie. I'm talking about Angelina before she was one half of Brangelina but after the whole freaky, blood-drinking, Billy Bob phase. What red-blooded woman does not find her sexy? Who wouldn't go gay for her? Its not just me, right?
But the lovely Angelina scares me, just a bit. She's just too over the top for me (and I think some will agree with that statement). I'd rather save my admiration for someone a little more down to earth. Someone who seems more accessible. Someone with an accent and hips to die for. That someone for me is the oh-so-sexy Shakira.
Yeah, the hips don't lie. That girl could shimmy her way out of a steel box. As for her music, you can love it or leave it, but you can't deny that it gets stuck in your head and makes you want to do that funky chest thrust when no one's looking. How can you hate her? She's hot in a way that makes women envious but not in the way that makes them want to throw a mug at the TV. If I happen to catch the Hubby drooling over one of her recent videos, I won't make him change the channel. I'll sit down and drool with him. And I'm not apologizing for it. I'm secure enough in my sexuality to say that Shakira makes me feel like a giggly 15 year old. I have no idea what she was singing about in La Tortura but, damn, that girl made smushing a tomato look provacative.
And I got a big kick out of this album cover...
(shoot, I hit publish instead of save.)
So, my friend, grab a cup of coffee and have a seat at my table. Who is your secret crush of the opposite sex (or sexual persuasion)? We don't judge here in the Chicky Household. Especially when we, um, overshare. But if you say Jennifer Love Hewitt then I retain the right to throw my cup at you.
Now that you know my dirty little secret please don't pick me last for Red Rover.