Nostalgia alert: right now, as I write this, Jordan Knight and Deborah “Debbie” Gibson are singing a duet on Good Morning America. It’s not “Hanging Tough” or “Electric Youth,” though. Can you imagine if is WAS? Then again, that might be too much to handle before nine a.m. I mean, I haven’t even had my coffee yet.
(If you’re scratching your head and saying, “Who?” I’ll just tell you that once, these people were BIG teen idols. Back in the day, as it were.)
Also on GMA this morning: the results of the 2007 2007 Best 361 Colleges. This is interesting to me, as right now I’m reading The Overachievers, which is all about high school students and the stress of getting into college. (It’s very interesting, although I find myself feeling anxious as I read it. It’s contagious!) At any rate, this is a different kind of college survey, as they ask the students themselves. I was VERY pleased to see that UNC was listed: it’s number 12 under “Happiest Students” (Brown University, where Summer is headed in the fall on the O.C., got number one) and also was listed under “Best College Newspaper” and “Students Pack the Stadiums.” Best dorms? Smith College (maybe my cousin Anna, an alum, can confirm or deny this?) and the most beautiful campus was Pepperdine, which is apparently overlooks the beaches of Malibu, California. (Okay, then.) Toughest to get into? MIT, followed by Princeton and Harvard. (No shockers there, I guess.) My favorite category? “School Runs Like Butter,” with the winner being Pomona College. I guess that means things go smoothly, no snafus, but the visual is just kind of odd, isn’t it? Hmmm.
Speaking of oddities, my friend Holly recently pointed me towards Guilty Pleasures on msn.com, which has become kind of an addiction all in itself. Or maybe not so much an addiction, as a recovery program. They have so many categories—food, movies, music—but of course my favorite is the TV page, if only because there, a few scrolls down, is “The Art of Painting.” How much did I once love this show? Oh, I can’t even say. There was something so soothing, though, about groovy Bob Ross and his half-hour paintings, full of “happy clouds.” I can’t paint or draw to save my life, but watching that show I just sort of felt I was doing it vicariously. Such pretty little trees, sweet little landscapes. Forget colleges: THIS was like butter. In a good way.