Dear Debbie Gibson,
When I was a kid, I freaking loved you. I had your Out of the Blue album on cassette, and I listened to it in my boombox and my walkman like it was nobody's business. I thought we were friends. I have the best memories of putting on my headphones and tuning out my five siblings to lose myself in your awesome, thought provoking lyrics. (Out of the blue, before my eyes with you, dream come true....)
Then, twenty plus years later, you were on Celebrity Apprentice and you were a snotty, bitchy, typical girl. And you wore a half shirt to your show at Stir Cove that same year. Come on, Debbie...excuse me, Deborah...you're better than that. Get your shit together.