About a boy

I've been thinking about Jared Leto a lot lately.

Most women in their mid-to-late 20s or early 30s probably watched My So-Called Life. I can't speak for them, but I can speak for myself when I say that Jordan Catalano, Jared Leto's character, was painfully beautiful. That soft hair! Those long-eyelashed blue eyes! It didn't even matter that the character was basically an idiot. Angela Chase loved him and so did I.

When MYSC ended, I missed Jordan Catalano. Mistakenly believing that Jared Leto and Jordan Catalano were one in the same, I was all over How to Make an American Quilt. Except that when I watched it, I felt nothing. I was perplexed.

I didn't watch Prefontaine for one reason, and one very shallow reason only – I didn't think I could handle seeing Jared Leto with a bad 70s moustache.

I saw him in Urban Legend and again, felt nothing. It's not that he wasn't good looking, because he was, he just didn't have that "It" factor. I was baffled. Was Jared Leto just a bad actor?

When I watched him get his face beaten and demolished in Fight Club, I knew it was over. Because I, too, wanted that pretty face smashed in because Jared Leto would never be my Jordan Catalano again. And a world with a shadow of Jordan Catalano walking around in it isn't a world I want to live in, frankly.

Now that Jared Leto is spending all of his time walking around the East Village looking all weird and homeless, playing in his "band" and dating La Lohan, my disappointment has turned to repulsion. He's not even pretty anymore.

Come to think of it, I feel the same way about Claire Danes. Maybe it's just a MYSC thing. Oh wait, I actually liked her until she stole Billy Crudup away from a very pregnant Mary Louise Parker. Homewrecking skank.