When I was younger, being the logical type, I was trying to consider at what age, my hoped for increase in wisdom, debonair, and wealth (mostly wealth) would intersect with the decline of looks, fame, and fortune of the stars like Farrah Fawcett allowing me to sample them. I think I may have crossed the event horizon with a few of them though I have never acted on the impulse,as although I have progressed on a fairly linear path, many of them have plummetted. (See the aforementioned: Blossom)
This started when all the PHys Ed classes at my college had a tennis tourney and the prize was getting to hit for 30 minutes with Farrah Fawcett. My big lummoxing arse won and the Lady tennis pro who set it up because she was training with Ms. Fawcett, got very scared and furious that I would mess it up. She was right, I would have. As it was, she was so "tiny" it was amazing. This was a woman whose poster I had. She hardly spoke a word to me and that was that, but my plotting began.
Pekkerwood