Malibu Nanny: The True Adventures Of The Former Kardashian Nanny

Chapter 4
rambo
My junior high and high school years were in the midst of the eighties -
the greatest era ever. Tacky fashions, chia pets, obscure musicians who
were one hit wonders, Rubik’s cube, big hair heavy metal bands, banana
clips - you either love eighties pop culture or hate it, and not much in
between. My favorite actor during those hormone-filled, big hair days of
post-pubescence was Sylvester Stallone.
Sly, as I liked to call him, became my second great love, after Elvis. My
relationship with Sly blossomed in a movie theater while watching
Rambo II in 1985. Mesmerized by him, I ran out and rented all of his
movies, and watched them over and over, fantasizing about marrying my
Sly some day, and having a bunch of little Rocky's, Rambo's, and
Adrian's running around. My high school locker was covered with
posters and pictures of Sly, and EVERYBODY knew I loved him,
because I talked about him constantly.