Okay, so crush is defined as: a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.
Man, oh, man, do I love this definition.
Mostly, I love it because my favorite movie is HAROLD AND MAUDE. I don’t think there’s ever been a better onscreen couple.
Or, in many ways, a more inappropriate one.
For anyone who hasn’t seen it, it’s a ‘70s cult classic, so, yeah, it’s completely weird, but it’s also just so dang lovable. Harold’s a young man—in his 20s, and Maude is about to turn 80.
And, yes, they have a love affair.
(The above is a great scene in which Harold’s priest offers a few thoughts on his wishes to marry Maude.)
I saw the movie for the first time when I was 15 (why I’m counting it as my teen crush), and in so many ways, I really think it shaped what I like to see most in love stories: opposites attract, the kind of relationship in which just being in it changes you for the better (Maude teaches Harold to love life), and a couple who just plain should never work at all…
And yet, they do.
Really, I’m a sucker for a love story in which love persists despite everything. Including the fact that the outside world thinks it’s just plain nuts. I’m infatuated with the idea of a love that’s so strong, there’s just plain no talking the two out of it. It exists, and there’s no, well, crushing it.