I love hot guys. But not always the same ones as everyone else. Because I refuse to succumb to peer pressure!
I’m no stranger to the celebrity crush.
From innocently pining after one of the Hansons (Taylor?), Nick Carter, and Rider Strong in the ’90s, to the truly depraved conversations my bestie and I currently have about Kit Harington—as well as the agreement with my husband that “It’s not cheating if it’s a celebrity because they’re not real”—I’m extremely familiar with the concept of deciding as a society that there are certain people we’re all going to lust after.
But I’ve also always been staunchly opposed to many of the dudes that friends, the internet, and People Magazine *cough Blake Shelton cough* have put in front of me and said “This is the peak of hotness.”
