I adored Farrah. I had the posters, a T-shirt, and loved watching Charlie's Angels. She was my first crush and her poster had a place of pride over my bed. I'd still have the famous poster of her if my asshole 6th grade teacher, Kenneth Lazarus, hadn't ripped it up.
She seemed a lovely person and she stood a symbol for me of someone who didn't let cancer take away her dignity even in the end. It's difficult to describe. I've known of her since I was a pre-teen and when ever there was a Farrah movie or a CA rerun with her in it, I'd watch just because she was my first love. I think an entire generation of men and women just saw Farrah as a lovely person with an astonishing smile, more than a little talent, and a difficult personal life which I think she handled with dignity even when salacious details were leaked out. She had class but had an air of that girl-next-door friendliness that didn't make her seem so impossible to approach as some beautiful women.
Maybe women and girls get this feeling with their teen crushes? I don't know. I do know that Farrah is and was well-loved by many men who grew-up with her like I did. She holds a unique and very special place in our hearts.