Lady Crush #1: Tegan Quin

Best Known For: Tegan and Sara

First off, let's get the obvious out of the way right now.  Yes, this was the least surprising reveal in the history of lists.  The only thing you could possibly have even been questioning is whether or not I was going to place Tegan and Sara as a single entry or as two separate ones.  Although, if you know me at all, chances are that you already knew the answer to that (I mean, come on, they're identical twins, not conjoined). But even if you weren't sure, any confusion was put to rest in the last entry, leaving this week's to be the most obvious number one that has ever (or will ever) grace these electronic pages.

But I have no problem with that.  Obviousness has it's place too.  Plus, I mean, any excuse to spend all night watching stage banter clips on YouTube two weeks in a row, right?  How's that different from any other night, you ask?  Well, it… um…

Shut up.

That said, this is still one of the hardest write ups that I've had to do.  Not just because I already covered most of Tegan's better qualities  in last week's post, but also - and yes, I know this is going to be nauseatingly cheesy - because words simply cannot express...  My writing style is very conversational.  Very stream of consciousness.  And right now I'm left wishing that it was far more poetic.

Let me count the ways… etc, etc…

But it's not.  And therefore, no matter what I write here, it's bound to leave me disappointed.  My love of Tegan is much stronger than my limited writing abilities.  Her greater qualities cannot be properly described by my minimal vocabulary.  No matter what I put here, it will be a failure.

So, I'm not going to bother.  I mean, it's not like I'm trying to convince you or anything.  You either already like her or you don't.  It's very doubtful that anything I say here is going to change that, and quite frankly, I could care less if it did.  That's not the purpose of this blog.  I knew from day one that Randy hated every single ounce that is Sarah Silverman.  I didn't spend that whole entry trying to convince him to look beyond her crude outer shell to find the comedic genius at her core.  I simply announced that she was on my list and explained why.  I suppose that's all I need to do here as well.

And yet, it leaves me feeling unfulfilled.  As if somehow this small, dark corner of the internet that I call my own is now my permanent public opinion on these subjects for all time.  That by leaving an entry so devoid of the overwrought hyperbole that Tegan so clearly deserves, I have done myself the disservice of letting the world think that my love of her is limited to a simple 'enjoyment of her music' or 'great sense of humour' or 'level-headed approach to fame'.

Enjoyment? Great? Level-headed? That's not exactly giving John Keats* a run for his money, is it?  Sure, I could dig out the old thesaurus and add all the propensity's and adulation's that I could find to make me seem much more smart than I actually am, but they wouldn't be words from the heart.  And Tegan deserves better.

But, before I hang my head and fully admit defeat, let me just say this: I think Tegan is swell.

Swell?  Really?  Forget it, I'm done.

Proof of Awesomeness:

*Sadly, I only know of John Keats because a character quoted him in White Men Can't Jump.  I fully admit and embrace how pathetic that is.  But at least I know who he is, right?  I didn't have to google him.  That has to count for something.

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