Growing up, my doctor would squeeze my knees while asking if I was boy crazy. (This, somehow, did not seem weird at the time.) I would try very hard not to giggle, but I’d never not be able to. This made me believe that it was true, that he must be right—that I was boy crazy.
I would become certifiably boy crazy years later, when I was an eighth grader. Or maybe I was just bored? But even through high school, and then college, and then after, I would develop crushes that were completely situational (same class, same block, same subway line at the same time every single day) and also all-consuming. Teen magazines always made being boy crazy seem like an affliction or medical condition, like mono. For example, from a 1984 issue of Seventeen:
Lisa thinks about only one thing: boys. She's always either madly in love with someone or miserably—though temporarily—depressed because someone isn’t in love with her. Her life is a never-ending succession of emotional highs and lows, as one boy after another dominates her thoughts. Her friends and family call her "boy crazy," sometimes even "obsessed."
At times, Lisa wishes that she could forget about boys altogether. But she can't.
If this sounds like you or someone you know, don't panic yet. It could be a simple case of "love-itis."
They go on quote a doctor who explains that this is an addiction to love (?) and that it's actually good for teenagers (??). I don't know. I wouldn't keep going to that doctor if he was my doctor. (He's a he, because of course he's a he.) I guess the lesson here is that you should never consult a medical doctor about matters of the heart.
Or Cameron Diaz…
Let’s fast-forward. The year is 1991. Seventeen is still boy crazy, except this time, instead of enlisting a doctor, they’ve quoted a young Cam. What is ostensibly a swimsuit fashion shoot is actually a dark confession from the model—who was not yet actress, as her breakout role (and first-ever? I think?) in The Mask came four years later—about how she’s boy crazy. And how her best friend, Corey, just doesn’t get her taste in men. Internet, who is Corey?! Anyway, unlike her best friend who is almost certainly no longer her best friend, Cameron doesn’t like dudes who are bad boy James Dean types (ironic, given who she ended up with…) but loves a “homeboy with a wicked sense of humor.” But who doesn’t.