I don’t even know if that’s a word.
Well, now it is a word, because I can do that. It’s my doctoral privilege.
Fangirling – v. To act of obsessing – nay, fawning – over a celebrity that you will probably never meet. A term that may only be applied to women.
I will be fangirling a little later on tonight. I suppose I’m a little old for that, but hey. I’m old. I’m not dead.
About whom is my obsession? I’ve mentioned him once or twice:
Ok, actually Joe Carroll is the character. The real man is named James Purefoy.
I must admit that I will watch anything that features James Purefoy. I’ll fangirl pretty severely. (Sorry husband.)
I started watching this TV show called The Following. Maybe you’ve heard of it.
I started watching it because of James Purefoy. Of course, after one episode, I was hooked on the series, too.
That’s a big deal for me. Seriously.
I don’t watch network TV. Commercials annoy me too much. And most television assumes… well, I just find myself yelling at the television because some TV is so not intellectually sound.
But I like The Following.
And tonight is the season two premiere. And I’m still awake, despite a really long day, waiting for this football game to end, so that I can watch the premiere.
Hey Joe! I’ll follow you!