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James Spader, James Spader, William Shatner, uh Denny Crane, Denny Crane

December 7, 2004 By pia

All my girlfriends are madly in love with William Shatner. They watch Boston Legal faithfully to see his latest suits, his Denny Crane thing, his seemingly incompetence turn into magnificent questions and closings.

When I lived in Cambridge with six of my best friends in 1974, and two people who hated me–no we weren’t a commune–every afternoon at four, the guys would gather round the TV and watch Star Trek re-runs, can’t say I was particularly impressed with William Shatner then. He was an old man, to my youthful eyes.

I wasn’t a brat pack devotee so I wasn’t really aware of James Spader until
Sex Lies & Video Tape. He was blond so how could I like him? I did, I did. Over the years I liked him more and more. He was the first actor I’ve had a crush on since I was a kid–well the lifetime achievement award for my heart went to Alan Bates, but James Spader, James Spader was catching up and surpassing Alan Bates–especially after he died.

(Tom Waits and all musicians I don’t personally know but love earned another place in my heart, but not in the lust after section.)

I began watching Boston Legal (something is wrong with my Italics on Blogger) just for James Spader, James Spader–have to say his name twice, it’s a little habit I developed over the years–as if he’ll magically appear if I say it enough.

I resented William Shatner when he first showed up on Boston Legal. Did love the “Denny Crane, Denny Crane,” thing. My girlfriends’ hearts all went a flutter. I could understand liking him, and as a geriatric social worker saw where they were going with the character pretty quickly, but liking him as a sex symbol?

I’m beginning to understand the allure of William Shatner to women aged 35 to 58–don’t have good girlfriends younger or older, and they’re all in agreement over this. I find that interesting and noteworthy because they don’t all know each other or agree on many things–except hating Bush.

Yes, William Shatner’s is this years thinking woman’s sex symbol.

But me; my heart still belongs to James Spader, James Spader. Ah unrequited lust for somebody I don’t know, will probably never know; I forgot how much fun this type of crush could be as it hasn’t happened since I was eleven.

Let my girlfriends dream of William Shatner; I’ll always have James Spader, James Spader.

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

I'm a Long Island girl, and proud of it now.
Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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