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We’ve written about some truly bizarre crushes here on Crushable (heh) – see Bill O’Reilly and Mel Brooks – and mine is equally shameful. Because, truth is, I adore Ryan Seacrest and have adored him since I first laid eyes on his overly tanned visage on American Idol. He is one of the most hated celebrities in America, if not the world. Indeed, he is seen more as a punchline than a hardworking, unflappable TV producer, host and heir to the Larry King throne. (Ooooh, and don’t forget Dick Clark‘s muahahAHAHAHA).
Pretty soon, Ryan will have your job, and mine too!
And you know what? That’s hot. Ambition is sexy. So is a sense of humor. Ryan is self-aware enough to know when to make fun of himself (see: his cameo in Knocked Up) and when to pull back (recall: the fascinating 60 Minutes profile of him). Either way, he is a consummate professional. Everything he does is a calculated move to further his career, and expand his business empire; meanwhile, he plays coy with celebrity watchers as to his sexual orientation: Is he or isn’t he? That is the question. Now that he’s dating Julianne Hough, the question seems to be “He isn’t.” Still, Seacrest keeps us guessing.
What’s going on in that ageless noggin of is? What drives him? Is Ryan a robot programmed by scientists to host television and radio shows? To invade every orifice of pop culture until we can’t ignore him? No, Ryan follows his human instinct for what people want to watch – we can thank Seacrest for the Kardashians – and this makes him the new Oprah. In fact, he grew up watching Oprah shows when he was a chubby schoolkid from Atlanta with no friends and big dreams. Ryan is a national treasure, the American Dream personified.
Ryan, it’s not your fault American Idol‘s ratings slipped this past season. You can’t save Idol all by yourself, and god knows you tried. If you were pulling the strings, Bruce Jenner would replace Simon Cowell and no one would speak of Lee DeWyze ever again. And that would be kind of awesome, no?
XOXO
Erin
