I endorse, embrace, and enthusiastically support the crush.
In the same way that some would argue that the single cell organism is the purest form of life, I argue that the crush is the purest form of affection. It is perfect, wholly contained, and needs no augment. It can exist in a personal vacuum absent acknowledgment or reciprocity. The Crush can be romantic, professional, artistic, vocational, social, bloggerational, and can even exist within the confines of a healthy relationship. The crush is perfect.
To have a Crush is to engage whimsy, to embrace possibility, and in the extreme case to wrap oneself in the courage of romance.
With my friend Lemmonex co-hosting a Blogger Crush Happy Hour this Friday, I have been thinking generally about the Crush and specifically about my crushes over the years. My crushes are more frequently inspired by words and wit than physicality these days. However, I am not blind; I readily acknowledge that my head is turned by a pretty face but intellect sustains my crush and interest more reliably than rosy lips which are times fool.
This Friday’s blogger boozefest has the explicit theme of inviting your blog crush for a drink. I posit that we should extrapolate the concept beyond the DC venue, beyond the date too. Let Friday be the day that you send at least one of your crushes a message that you dig the way they think, write, move, act, play a sax, manage a meeting or whatever else inspires that tingle. Whether that Crush is across the country or in the cube next door acknowledge it – embrace the crush wherever you are.
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