Time was that I thought 30 was old, but now with hearing that Jonathan Taylor Thomas is 30 himself today, I don't know what to think. I turn 30 in less than two years. I didn't realize that JTT was only two years older than me. That makes me sad, and happy.

Sad because I had just as cool hair as JTT in the '90s, and had the same flannel wardrobe and flippant attitude, but I didn't have those twinkling blue eyes or those dimples. Happy, because all those girls who plastered his posters on their walls now realize what men look like in reality. Hairy, slobby, humping creatures, a far cry from the Taylor family's second born.

I spent about ten minutes searching for "hot" JTT photos, in fact typing "Jonathan Taylor Thomas hot" and "Jonathan Taylor Thomas sexy" into my Google search tool, forever tainting me as some sort of retro pedophile. I might as well look for some sweet Christopher Knight and or Leonardo DiCaprio circa-Growing Pains press stills to seal the deal.

This one is for the girls, and some of the boys, who grew up with posters of JTT on their walls, imagining marrying him one day and becoming a hotshot magazine editor and having five kids in a mansion in Los Angeles next to Brad Pitt's house, and having Coolio play your wedding, with a never-ending closet full of shoes, like Cher from Clueless.