Who: John Taylor. Bassist for Duran Duran. My once future husband
Why: In a decade full of pretty boys in English pop bands John Taylor was the prettiest. Those frosted bangs! That square jaw!
When: Early teens
Level of Obsession: My bedroom walls and door and locker were covered with his face. My mom took me to the record store every few weeks to stock up on imported Duran Duran 12″ records and fan magazines from Japan. And although I don’t remember for sure, it is a very good bet that “Mrs. John Taylor” was scrawled all over my Trapper Keeper
“Ahhhh!” Moment(s): I can’t even recall a specific one, all of them. I loved him, LOVED HIM with the passion only a pre-teen girl can muster
As an adult I’ve noticed that many female contemporaries that I befriend were also John Girls. In fact I have been part of this conversation, as a grown woman, more than once: “No I’m Mrs. John Taylor, oh no, I’m Mrs. John Taylor!” I don’t know if this says something about the types of girls who liked John all turned out to be pretty cool women, or just the Power of his Pretty was so hard to ignore. Those poor Junior High boys, there was just no competing with Tigger. Unfortunately John has not been aging well (John, do not stand next to Brandon Flowers!), he’s been looking a little Steven Tyler-ish which makes me so sad. What a waste of that jaw.