Every once in awhile the media exalts some random celebrity to renaissance man status. Right now, that man is Justin Timberlake. First, he was a successful boybander. Then, a hit solo artist. Then he turned up in a movie. It doesn't matter that it was a rape fantasy soft core midget porn movie; it was still a movie!! And now the Grammy winner is executive producer on a new show called My Problems With Women. Wow. Is there anything this annoying, no-talent, scrawny piece of a shit can't do? He's really got it all:
Seriously, enough with this guy. Men will admit that Brad Pitt and George Clooney are attractive. Men don't even mind that their girlfriends openly masturbate during
Oceans 11. But I have yet to meet one dude who looked in the mirror and said, "Damn, I wish I looked more like the sniveling little brother of a bayou serial rapist." I'm not buying it. Timberlake is not Da Vinci. He's just some dude. If he were taking your order at the McDonalds Drive Thru, you'd definitely double-check the bag before driving away. And you just KNOW, he'd totally forget the Sweet N' Sour sauce you clearly asked for. Am I wrong?
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