This is going to be a
strange blog post, but I am so filled with nostalgia, that I
feel I may burst. I was reading a People Magazine, today,
and on the last page, I saw a small piece on Josh Hartnett.
I immediately became giddy, like a neat-freak that
gets to scrub a bathtub (that's really freaking giddy)! I've
been in lust with Hartnett since I first laid eyes on him, in The
Faculty. For those of you that haven't seen this gem of a
film, it's just fantastic, and stars some of Hollywood's
household names: Elijah Wood, Jordana Brewster, Clea DuVall,
Famke Janssen, Usher Raymond, Salma Hayek, Jon
Stewart, and, of course, Josh Hartnett. I saw this movie,
the first time, when I was probably thirteen or fourteen, and
completely fell in love! There are aliens, obscure drug use, a
muscle car, conspiracy theories, teenage outcasts, and a
hunky, reluctant hero. When it played on TV, I had to stay up
late and record it onto a VHS tape, which I quickly wore out!
Anyway, I digress.
As I am apt to do, when I
run across someone that piques my interest, I found out everything
I could about that person. With Josh, it was a strange
and exciting journey. I found that the hairdresser on the set of
The Faculty got completely fed up with Hartnett, because
when he is homesick, or thinking, or kind of... whenever, he
rubs the back of his head, and turns his hair into a beautiful
mess. He loved (loves?) reading poetry by
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and listening to Marvin Gaye and The
Beach Boys. While other girls were hitting the mall, I was begging my
mom to take me to the library, so I could read poetry, and try to
figure out what it meant to me. While other teenagers were
obsessed with the one hit wonders of our day (90's music
is AWESOME, btw), I was searching for tapes of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.
As a young, impressionable
girl, I was fascinated. As a not so young, and mature woman, I
am grateful. The fact that this man is so strikingly handsome, and so
secure in his odd skin is
a beautifully irresistible combination to me. He instilled
in me, in a way that others couldn't, that it was breathtaking
to be interesting. That there was nothing sexier than being your own,
unique, and salient, self. I could not have asked for a more
brilliant mentor than this man.
So, wherever you are, Josh, thank
you for making me the sapio-sexual individual that I am today. Also, I
partly blame you for the fact that I've been single these last few years. If a
man can't be comfortable in his own skin, or he's just another Abercrombie
model, he's not for me. I want the Renaissance man that can match my genuine
uniqueness with his own.
P.s.
I have to
rave about his other roles, specifically in O and Lucky
Number Slevin! This guy is just awesome! ;)
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