It is not uncommon to find beautiful people on the silver screen, and on like media, where beauty is usually what is being sold more so than the proposed medium. It is not uncommon to find many who would find themselves attracted to such people. Perhaps even be enamoured by them. Though it is often such an attraction to their character, as opposed to their person; as often the characters are perfect portrayals of what we want to see, perfectly represented archetypical people who are the very thing of our desire in a mate; without flaw, without reservation.
This, often in the innocent fashion that it occurs, it more or less harmless. A thing giggle or joke worthy while with friends. A simple informal, whimsical infatuation: Just as the term would suggest, a fan ‘crush’.
However, there comes a time where such things become more than simple crushes. Where, in some instances, such a relationship becomes plausible in the mind of the fan. Where there even comes a point of obsession. Case in point: the millions of teenagers practically worshiping Edward and Jacob of the (completely overrated, and downright idiotic) Twilight saga; or the millions of girls throwing themselves at the Jonas Brothers. I dare not repeat some of the horror stories that I have heard regarding such situations.
So, why do I care? Why is it that I would even acknowledge such people who stoop to such ridiculous levels of irrationality, of stupidity, of… well downright insanity? Why would I pay attention to such a thing?
In my experience, most, for at least one occurrence their lifetime, exhibit such a crush. And in my experience, all areas of their life are affected by this quasi-obsession. They begin to measure and compare all things and relationships to their respective crush, and make decisions around it. This concerns me, when I in turn need then to live up to impossible, fictional standards.
In the specific area of women, and my future wife, this offers some serious psychological predispositions towards me, even if on a subconscious level. And that thought angers me. That I would be placed in a position where I am made to believe that I need to measure up; to be that beautiful, that suave, that sensitive, that well spoken, that rich to even vie for the affections of women.
And that is why I grow infuriated with the idea of a fan crush.
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