#1 (and 2 and 3 and 4) Crush.

29 07 2009

I am a woman who enjoys sleeping with women.  So when I have a crush on someone it’s pretty much always a lady.   So, of course, when I was scanning my Daily Beast daily beastdown this morning I was titillated to come across an post about Fantasy Girl Crushes.

I thought, “Sweet!  Another article featuring pictures of Tina Fey and/or Rachel Maddow!  Holy Sweet Jesus, thank you for loving me!”

I clicked on the link and much to my dismay there were very few pictures and very many words.

How you mislead, Doree Shafrir.  You tease!
Instead of pictures of my beloveds there was a very clever article about what ladycrushes are and how they are useful as motivators and inspirational tools.

What I got from the article was another girlfriend (You brought this on yourself, Doree.).  It also got me thinking about my own ladycrushes.

There is, as you know, Rachel Maddow Ph.D., my love for whom is well documented.  But a picture is worth a thousand words so here are five thousand-two words.




Dreamy city.

Dr. Maddow led me to Ana Marie Cox which…  you know, sounds kind of like facebookbefriending all of your friend’s Facebook friends even if you don’t know them simply because you think that your friend is totally awesome.  Except Rachel Maddow, though my love, is not (yet! I’ve got hope) my friend.  And Ana Marie Cox is totally awesome independent of Dr. Maddow and is a redhead which, let’s just say, is a HUGE point in her favor.

I’ve spoken frequently of my love of all things Tina Fey (especially Tina Fey breaks!).

And recently, I’ve become fully girlcrushed out on Professor Melissa Harris-Lacewell, Ph.D. Ya’ll don’t even know.  She’s a Professor!  She’s friends with my favourite Ph.D. holding Rhodes Scholar.  She writes.  She teaches.  She rocks a fierce bob.  The woman is unstoppable!  I am so totally crushed out on her that it’s all that I can do to not make little hearts around her named using the less-than sign and the number three.

So before this turns totally fan-boy creepy (or anymore fan-boy creepy) I thought I’d let you know about why this is more than me just liking attractive women.

All of these women are smart.  And not just smart like me, smarter than me.  The kind of smart that I aspire to.  Smart like, if there were ever a chance for us to be in school together, I would offer to type up their notes and bang them out a sweet-ass bibliography (do kids still do those these days?) for free, smart.  Smart like, if they had their hands raised I would put mine down and just listen, smart.  I lurve that kind of smart.  It gives me goosebumps.

All of these women are articulate.  Enough cannot be said about how awesome I find a woman who can clearly articulate her points.  Articulation is something that I work at every single day.  I am not great at it.  I look up to these women for their ability to distill complex issues down to their kernel and pop that shit out to me like so much heated corn.  <- Do you see what I mean about not being articulate?

All of these women kick pretty much everyone’s ass in predominately male dominate mediums.  They’re like the Xena of each of field they’re in.

All of these women are unapologetically themselves.  They make their living by being unapologetically themselves.  They change the world by being unapologetically themselves.  I can think of no greater height to aspire to.

(And they’re super hot!)

Who’s your girlcrush?

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