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Margot Kidder and the Childhood Crush That Will Never Die

"I dream about sex, flying, and being chased by Nazis."

— Margot Kidder, Rolling Stone, "The Education of Margot Kidder", 1981


File that quote under, "Reasons why I love Margot Kidder."

Last month, Margot hopped a one-way flight with old pal Chris Reeve off into the stars and beyond, where they could reenact their iconic moment from Superman (1978), for all eternity. I wrote a little about Margot, here and here, trying to explain why this particular actress meant so much to me as a kid growing up in the 1980s. I thought that would be enough. It wasn't.*

Those posts were my fumbling attempts to sort out just how large an impact Margot had on my young life, and, to my present-day surprise, how much she still means to me now. Before news of her death, I hadn't thought of her in ages. I assumed the early childhood crush I harbored for my Lois Lane had dwindled and faded. Ha! I was a fool.

My crush on Margot was very much of the innocent, prepub…
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