Um…I don’t even know how to start talking about this. I wish I was like, 15 years old so that at least I could blame my behavior on my age, but I’m not so here it goes: Fangirling is so much fun.
I have a 14 year old sister and man, is it fun to gush about Darren Criss with her. For realz (yes, I spelled it with a “z”). Our conversations essentially consist of variations of the sentence “I can’t even”. What that “even” is, I don’t know. I’m assuming that it is the part of my brain where rational thoughts are controlled.
How am I supposed to find the future-father-of-my-children when I am over here flailing over Michael Fassbender (and his other across-the-pond cohorts)? Case in point: I had dinner with my BFF a few a weeks ago, and during said dinner we were supposed to be watching Jane Eyre. We did eat, but we only watched the movie when Mr. Rochester came on-screen…good times.
I’m sure a lot of you, my lovely readers, have Tumblrs. The ability to track certain tags (*cough* Ryan Gosling *cough*) was invented by Satan. It’s better than Google Images. Why? Because other Tumblrites find all the good pictures (and GIFs and interviews) of so-and-so and post them. Essentially, you only get handpicked results from people who share the same obsession as you. That’s why you can endlessly scroll through the tag until you realize that you’ve been sitting in the same position and staring at your computer screen for two hours… oops.
It may sound like I’m not down with fangirling, but I am so for it. Embrace it. I don’t think that fangirling would have any consequences for the world…with the exception that we’d all have reasons to procrastinate. Here are the reasons why you should do it anyway:
1. They’re so handsome. Why wouldn’t you want to look at their pictures?
2. It’s so much fun. Am I right? Let us have our cake.
3. Just do it, I mean, why not? Just for an hour or two.
4. It’s fun to talk about guys like you’re 15 again. Ahhh…to be young and carefree.
It’s harmless, so fangirl as much as you want. If you start making plans to break into someone’s house, however, it might be time to draw the line. That’s “stanning” (stalker+fan= stan) and it’s illegal. Thankfully, I haven’t reached that point yet, nor will I ever (I hope). It’s fun to project all the things I want in a guy onto a celeb’s handsome face, but trust me when I say this, I am watching my surroundings for my Disney prince with an eagle eye.
I want to hear from you. Who makes you question your sanity? Did you miss the plot of a movie because you were too busy thinking about how handsome X is? Leave me a name in the comments section below (trust me, I will Google Image search that) or send me a picture on my Twitter, I have no problem losing my “even” a little more. Let’s have us a nice fangirling session.