Please just don't...

I have a pretty big James Franco crush right now…well, ever since Pineapple Express really. Shortly after, I found Acting with James Franco on funnyordie.com. Then Eric got Freaks and Geeks for Christmas so we plowed through it in about a week just before a friend lent me a screener of Milk. I mean, how could I not be crushing on the guy? My greatest fear is that he’s an a-hole on par with Jeremy Piven and the rest of those Entourage douche-bags, and if I advertise my Franco crush then someone will come forward to confirm his a-hole status.

It never fails, whenever I open my mouth about liking a certain actor or actress someone will pipe up with a story about how so-and-so only left a 7% tip at Cobras and Matadors or how it was overheard that whatshername loudly berated a shoe salesman at Nordstrom. Why is it incidents of bad celebrity behavior seem to outnumber the good by a considerable margin? Why is it that simple smiles and “thank you's” and eye contact from celebrities counts as proof that “ommigawd, you guys, blahblah is soooo nice.” And more importantly, WHY DO I CARE? I don’t know any of these people, chances are I never will know any of these people so why do I care if they’re dickheads? I have no idea…but I do care, so please don’t tell me if you saw Franco throw an In-and-Out burger wrapper out the window of his Hummer while running a red light on his way to a Palin fundraiser with a baby grizzly bear head on his shoulder…please just don’t.



dammit, I knew it!

gretch