It’s 4:30 am, and I wake up from a nightmare in a cold sweat, covered in a pile of Cheez-It crumbs. I scramble for my phone, my hands shaking as I wipe the tears from my bloodshot eyes. My roommate shakes her head and rolls back to the other side of the bed. “God, not again. Go to bed. He’s not real.” I do not answer. I am rendered speechless by the image of my tormentor, the man who haunts my nightmares: Josh Radnor.
Let’s face it: Our collective campus existence wouldn’t be the same without the illustrious, sparklingly immaculate, smooth beige tube that is Josh Radnor. His career has inspired us, his Old K cameos have been the subject of about a million Yaks, and his messy, unkempt ‘do has had all of us saying “dayum” since his first television debut. But who is Josh Radnor? The subject of too many Thrill posts? Sure. Kenyon.edu’s new Covergirl? You know it. The golden god to whom Zac Efron, beautifully clad in a woven poncho, pays tribute in the classic film Liberal Arts? Absolutely.
But we here at The Thrill have heard a few rumors– rumors which crack the pristine façade Radnor has crafted since his graduation. Rumors which pierce the soul and leave one crying like a newborn child. Rumors which, dare I say it, will change the way we look upon the tender face of our beloved alumnus. And they’re all 100% true.*