How to supplement : Celebrity Crushes.

My Celebrity Crushes: The Man, The Myth, and The Impossible Meat.

Song : God's chariots di Oklou 

Celebrities |And no, any of the 'ers' count, even you tubers, though I wish they did| were my first introduction to the concept of gods. 
They had worked so hard at something that, when they finally achieved that goal, that greatness, they became worshiped.

 Not only for their excellence and dedication but, 9 times out of 10, for their beauty.
Eventually, unknowingly, I started to worship them too. As I began to grasp the idea of liking a boy, Hollywoodland's pantheon outstretched its hand and began to shape my taste and how I saw the world of men.

Unfortunately for me, in the same touch, I realized that celebrities just don't fall from the sky.

 A hard lesson was learned when 6-year-old me figured out that just because I bought the singing toothbrush, Justin Bieber wouldn't magically appear to take me by the hand, saying, "Glitter! Finally, the one I've been searching for my whole life!" smile at my minty fresh breath and flip his hair as he pulls me off my stepping stool, so we can ride off into the sunset.

So, how does this all tie into impossible meat?
Well, if you ask any of my family members, you'll hear them say that after I figured out I couldn't have Bieber, the very next boy I crushed on was another white guy who, you guessed it, was a brunette. 
( ͡°_ ͡° )

Thankfully, I slowly forgot about liking guys just because they looked like some famous guy I'd seen before. But I never fully got cured of "Bieber Fever," and he ended up being the first in a very long line of celebrity crushes, which probably should have been the first sign that something was up.

Anyhow, I guess the saying "old habits die hard" is true. After a long string of "naws" and "it can't be trues," I've recently noticed a pattern in the men that I've liked.
 As most teens and women do, and to my dismay they've all looked | in some way | like my celebrity crushes. 

Even in the 5th grade, when I was sure my previous affliction had been cured, I still, liked a boy named *Jung-gug Xie because he looked like R.M. from BTS.
Slowly, the "impossible meat" began to unveil itself. And unbeknownst to me, it'd been here the entire time. 

Even the frequently mentioned 007 | the guy with two phones, three names, and a partridge in a pear tree| looked similar to a young Chayanne.

I mean, he is a cute one..

So what's the solution?

Frankly, I don't know.

Tom Ford once said | and I'm paraphrasing here |: "The moment you see the most breathtaking thing or person, I think that stays with you and forms a sense of style and taste that remains with you your entire life."

All I can hope for myself, and others who relate to this story, is that we worshiped the right "gods." That way, the next time we crave the meat and marrow of them | if we don't manage to have a steak on standby that is ; P |  an impossible whopper tastes just as sweet.

ーG.R.

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CREDIT : TBD.

*Obviously that's not the guy's real name, but he was though.