in This Present Time I can have regular interactions with my adolescent celebrity crush that I *actually* would not be able to convince my 14-year-old self are real. not because of their significance but the opposite. 
calling her mom is like... the only even remotely reasonable outcome, btw. she *is* a mom several times over, now. and 46.
and by "crush," i mean... at least 30% of my total cumulative mental energy was spent repeating "I am so in love with Sienna Guillory" for *years.*
imagine telling that person "one day, you're gonna wish her happy mother's day every year in a text box. she will call you 'bub.'"
I'm pretty sure it would make him suicidal.
(but the outfits would save his life at the last moment.)