I teach elementary age girls. Therefore, I get daily updates as to what Zac Efron, Robert Patinson, The Jonas Brothers, and Taylor Lautner are doing with their lives. I've never seen quite an obsession.
One little (and I do mean little) girl had a particularly medieval crush on Zac Efron. One day at recess, a group of these love-smitten teeny-boppers are discussing their love interests WAY too closely to where I'm stationed with an aide to watch over them. The topic for the day is: 6 packs.
Another of the little girls mentioned how hot (which is strange when coming from an eight year old girl) somebody's six pack was.
The little girl mentioned above got a star crossed look in her eyes. "Oh, I love those." Then that look was replaced by one of confusion. She looks at me. "Wait, does Zac Efron have a six-pack?" She asks me.
I looked at her. "You don't know what that is?" She shook her head no.
I won't even touch the fact that she had just commented that it was hot. Mostly because I don't want to think about it.
"That's when you can see the muscles in someone's belly." I informed her.
A glint appeared in her eye. "Oh, that is SO hot." she whispered to herself.
And that's why, Your Honor, that I can never look at Zac Efron again.
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