Over the years, I have had many celebrity crushes. First, it was Leonardo DiCaprio, who seemed so unbelievably sweet sleeping in the janitor’s closet on “Growing Pains” before the Seavers took him in. Then, like many in the ’90s, I went through a serious Kurt Cobain phase. Next, came Tim Robbins, who I liked for…
Bonus points for that brow cred.
Exceptions made for Josh Duggar, who need only write a note of apology to Jesus H. Christ.
Somebody call the wahmbulance.