When I was 16 years old I broke my neck surfing. I was put in one of those sadistic tortures devices known as a Halo Brace. For those of you not familiar with one they are basically a cage bolted to YOUR head. Anyway I looked terrible. But always looking at the glass as Half Full I decided to take advantage of the situation and write my favorite pop star. I wrote to Debbie Gibson telling her I had a terrible disease and that my last wish in life was to get a letter from her. I included in my letter a picture of me and my Halo Brace.
Originally posted by OzzysunBut always looking at the glass as Half Full I decided to take advantage of the situation and write my favorite pop star. I wrote to Debbie Gibson telling her I had a terrible disease and that my last wish in life was to get a letter from her. I included in my letter a picture of me and my Halo Brace.
Needless to say she never wrote back.
Since we're trading anecdotes...
When I was around 20, my sister was around 12-13 and was a huge Debbie Gibson fan. She wanted to go see Debbie at the (now RIP) Valley Forge Music Fair, and I got nominated to go with her. (The show actually wasn't half bad in a bubblegum-pop kind of way, though the opening act was some eminently forgettable New Kids wannabee. She introduced a song that she said she was still working on; I don't know what happened to it, as I never heard it again, but it was good enough that _I'd_ have bought the single. Oh well.)
We went with a friend of mine from high school, one year behind me, who just happened to be THE biggest Debbie fan on the planet. He had to have been the only guy at the University of Delaware with a lifesize Debbie Gibson poster over his bed (which I really tried not to examine too closely, just in case, y'know.)
ANYWAY, he'd written to her and enclosed all sorts of stuff -- a friendship bracelet, his picture, letters, the whole fanboy care package. Lo and behold, she wrote back to him with an obviously-personalized letter talking about what he'd sent, a friendship bracelet for _him_, and a bunch of other goodies. I think they exchanged a couple more letters later on, too.
Is HE buying this issue? Somehow I think so. (Saw the pics myself, they're nice.)
The moral of the story: Debbie was apparently smart enough to sense sincerity and detect phony I'm-dying stories.
(edited by vsp on 21.2.05 1546) "...I'm sorry, I was wrong -- we cannot go back and make it that the Hawaiians killed Christ." -- Jennifer Giroux, professional wingnut
Mrs. JJD declared them "nasty"* along with the Paris Hilton Maxim-ish photo, and further commented that Teri Polo (see last month's issue) was much hotter than the both of them. The Debbie Gibson phots didn't really do it for me, either.
FWIW, Christy Hemme is in next month's issue.
EDIT: Not in a good way, either.
(edited by JayJayDean on 21.2.05 1547) “To get ass, you’ve got to bring ass." -- Roy Jones Jr.
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