My love of Alex P. Keaton explains my inexplicable adoration of guys in sweater vests.
Boner Party, for real. When I was five, a cut a photo of him out of my mom’s People magazine and taped it to the top of the desk in my bedroom.
I totally blame Family
Lies Ties for my life-long hardon for young Republicans.
The Freudian potential of the above typo is not lost on me.