So we hit up the opening night of William Shatner’s sentimental solo show last night, entitled Shatner’s World: We Just Live in It. We had fun. (And I nearly swooned in the lobby, standing next to my ultimate teen crush — you know, the one I developed right after I found the Beatles and irony — Ben Folds.)
But sitting there in the Music Box Theater, as the 80-year-old Shatner walked us through the highlights of his career, complete with video clips and projections, we were gobsmacked by one thing: When he was young, the man was a fox. Put this in your Friday Smile File:
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I LOVE YOU SO HARD FOR THIS POST. *_*
I’ve been crushing on Bill Shatner since I was old enough to watch Star Trek (somewhere circa 1985… when I was 7 ^_~). I’m always glad when people rediscover this obscure fact you mentioned about his hotness and its existence… so, this post made me squee. A lot. ^_^
Thank you.
I found out about six months ago that my grandmother shared a stage with himway back when she was in highschool. They were part of a kid’s theatre in Montreal. She only remembers him as an “adorable, trouble-making, little kid” though since she was all of four years older.