I took my kids to see She's the Man this afternoon... this loose adaptation of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night stars Amanda Bynes and Channing Tatum.
Ok. Channing Tatum? Lamest name ever.
Channing Tatum? Super. Boy. Hunk.
I like like him. I want to make out with him. I want him to take me to the prom and I am going to practice writing: Kristin Tatum tonight with my puffy pink pen.
How fucking wrong is it to sit in a movie with your children and giggle like a schoolgirl every time a 26 year old takes off his shirt?
I feel the shame.
Please tell me I am not the only one who is starting to oogle the young boys... I mean, I have been DEVOTED to Colin Firth and Hugh Grant (despite Divine Brown) and omg, yummy, yummy, Jeremey Northam for ages... what has happened to turn make this twenty something pretty boy turn my head?
Am I morphing into a Real Housewife of Orange County?