Andrea, Lynda, Margot, and Erin

By Christian Lipski

Wonder Woman

When I was seven or eight, Annie came out on Broadway, and they published an article in one of those newsprinty school magazines that you’d get for free. The picture was of Andrea McArdle as Annie, and something just clicked in my head, and I desperately wanted her to be my girlfriend. I filled up all the blank space in the picture with little drawn hearts. I kept that picture for a long time.

Lynda Carter. Duh, Wonder Woman. When the show was on the air (yeah, I’m that old), I wasn’t at the age where I had any real romantic designs on her—she was just really pretty. And of course, she could block bullets.

Superman came out in 1979, and I was 11 and mere moments from puberty. As such, Margot Kidder loomed large in my confused and chemically-inchoate brain. She also posed in Playboy in 1975, as I discovered about a year later. Her subsequent psychotic break did little to diminish her appeal. . . oops, I meant “a little.”

Margot Kidder

And then there was Erin Grey from Buck Rogers. I look at pictures of her from the show, and I am really hard-pressed to identify what made her stand out for me at the time. I would have to guess that, firmly mired in the hormones of near-adulthood, I just happened to “imprint” on her as an orphaned baby chick would do to a mother duck. In Silver Spoons, not so much, but oh, Wilma.

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