Let’s start with two premises: 1) I am not normal, and 2) I am a Dirty Old Man. These are not, as one might assume, mutually exclusive.

I am obsessing over Kim Possible, a cartoon teenage super-hero type character on Disney Channel. Now, let me quell any fears that this obsession spills over into real life since I work around teenage people all day long. They are children and my only interest in them is in helping to stamp out ignorance. (Schools are, by design, intended to battle ignorance, not stupidity. But that’s a topic for another day….)

Now, I think I know where the root of this obsession began. I have three older sisters. So I grew up around women that were stronger, smarter, and could do more than I could. (No wonder I have unreasonable expectations in a mate, but I digress again….) And I read way more Nancy Drew mysteries than Hardy Boys mysteries because the books were already around the house. I’m grateful that the hand-me-downs were pretty much limited to books or I would be a LOT more screwed up than I am.

When Pamela Sue Martin played the sleuth in a short-lived TV series and did a pictorial in Playboy at around the same time, the character took on a whole new dimension. (The producers and authors were not amused as I recall, but I was still young then.) So Nancy Drew and my older sisters were the models on which my concepts of women were based in my formative years. Strong, smart, successful — hey, I think I have the basis for a personal want ad here….

And now there’s Kim Possible, Cheerleader by Day/Crimestopper by Night. Now, to be honest, even if I were a teenage cartoon character too, I would be way too intimidated by Kim to even talk to her. But that’s rather the point of fantasy, isn’t it? We imagine what we know we can’t have in real life. And maybe part of the attraction is knowing that Kim’s voice is provided by Christy Carlson Romano. She’s not a teenager, but I am old enough to be her… let’s say her uncle, okay? That doesn’t exactly get me out of D.O.M. territory though, does it?