A friend posted a link to the music video for "Stand" by R.E.M. on Facebook. The thumbnail for the video in the post was of Michael Stipe, in the video's last shot of him right after he jumps and it shows his sheepish smile and he puts his hand in front of his face. Eeeeeeeeeek. I can't take it. It's so adorable. This one shot of Michael Stipe, long hair, chin dent, shy grin was the object of my 13 year old affections. It was more than my preteen hormones could handle. I vividly remember pausing the video on my VCR (this was before you could watch music videos online and then take screen shots of them) and taking a photo of the screen with my camera so that I could forever gaze at that adorable face of his, at that very moment of perfection.adorable Stipe
Of course, I had to share the video with my daughter. I waited until the very end and, like I used to always do, I paused the video on that last shot of Michael Stipe. And I asked her if she thought he was cute. She did not. She thought he was disgusting. Well, of course, this led to me posting the same link on my Facebook page. And after several comments, one of my friends said that "He was hot. Very hot." And that word "was" made me start thinking.
I do believe that every time I have looked at a photograph of Michael Stipe over the past 20 years, I have continued to see that same sheepishly grinning boy with long wavy hair and a receding hairline. He is forever 30 and adorable in my mind. I may SEE him as fifty with my eyes but in my heart, he is still the 1988 Michael Stipe. And he always will be.
Then I realized that this same phenomenon continues to occur for me when I see other celebrities. Recently I watched the first season of "Hot in Cleveland" on Netflix. I watched Betty White. I could see that she is now a very elderly lady.a recent photo of BettyBut in my heart she looked no different that when she played Sue Ann Nivens on "The Mary Tyler Moore Sh0w".
And of course I met Kate Pierson a few years ago. She was just a few short months from turning 60.
So I guess it's really nice and convenient that my love for my husband seems to have caused the same strange reaction in my brain when I look at him. Sure, he's still young and still looks relatively the same. But I can already tell that no matter how many years go by, he is forever Billy Wigglesjavelin in my heart.
What about you? Does love seem to give you a special pair of age resistant glasses? Are their certain people in your life who seem to remain young and beautiful despite the years?