I hate TV and as a Gen-Xer, we loved to brag about how we never watched it, didn’t even own one. But, of course I grew up with TV and not just was I influenced by it, it practically determined my life – even my genetic line.

So I grew up watching the reruns of Little House on the Prairie. The original Laura Ingalls Wilder books were how I learned to read.

I had a huge little boy crush on Melissa Gilbert. She was one of us, but apparently sold into slavery to the Hollywood Jews as a baby, a fitting analogy for our entire country.

First Crush
First Crush

When I started to hit puberty, I got even more interested in Melissa Gilbert, and I still have a very clear memory of browsing through those old fashioned wall posters at the mall and coming across this poster of Gilbert, my own version of the “Angel in a Centerfold” song.

Angel In A Centerfold
Angel In A Centerfold

Then, what do you know, I wound up marrying a Melissa Gilbert look-alike.

First Wife
First Wife

Not once – but TWICE. My second wife? Another Gilbert look-a-like, just a bit older with redder hair.

Fir
Second wife will look like this in about five years

We’re nothing if not predictable. I’m almost embarrassed and how predictable and easily influenced I’ve been my entire life.

I doubt it’s just the TV, I assume there’s a genetic factor as well, both the attraction to the books as well as the attraction to the actress.