Before JTT, Leo, Pacey, or Dawson, there was Bill. Bill Nye the Science Guy. My first crush.
I was about 8, and Bill was maybe a million years older, but that didn’t matter. My family wasn’t in the least bit bothered by this—in fact, my parents approved highly of our relationship, because they were much happier to see their daughter watching “Bill Nye the Science Guy” than half the other crap on television.
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I love this quirky animated video, directed by Julia Pott and constructed from interviews with friends about first crushes, which, of course, got me thinking about some of my own first encounters with (usually unrequited) love. In first grade, there was Steven, whose name I used to write with my finger on fogged-up windows and mirrors, always enclosing it inside a heart. He was in love with Jennifer, who had the most enviable, super-long, silky hair. I tried to grow mine like hers, but my mother had it cut in a bob right before summer break, when I got glasses and my big, buck front teeth grew in. I think it was years before anyone had a crush on me. Keep reading »