Fangirling

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:

Joe Carroll.

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.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Hey Joe! I’ll follow you!