You could quiz me now on details of Debbie Gibson's life (at least her life up to 1991) and I could probably still answer correctly. I'm pretty sure I could sing along with any of her songs. From third grade until sixth grade, I held her in the utmost esteem, plastering my walls with photos of her--even the most miniscule shots. I was all about Electric Youth perfume and collecting hats (much as she did). I thought the world would be a better place if it only had a "all Debbie, all the time" radio station.
Looking for this photo of her on google was like looking through a family photo album.
And now, now
Debbie Gibson shakes her love on pages of Playboy.
This was just...out of the blue.