
James Franco! —It actually really pains me to do this, but James: you done slid into HD territory and it looks like you are building quite a residence there. Why do you have to kill dreams, James? Do you like killing dreams, James? The laces were IIIINNNN!
I don’t remember the first time I saw you, but I know that my life and my masturbation fantasy template was not the same after that. You done flipped mah script, James. I used to be like “Get it Lindsay!” and I mean Lindsay from “Freaks and Geeks”, not Lindsay Lohan. Whom you actually rejected in a really classy way. And that’s when I cried out to the heavens like a wolf woman, because here was a beautiful man who seemed intelligent (enough not to fuck on LL) and modest. Well, I was too nice, too soon.
Cause then, you started going to school. Which, fine. Get your learn on, by all means. As an intellectual of the highest order myself, I do terribly appreciate a gorgeous educated fellow but do allow for the occasional d-bag to remind myself that in a time of need, I can lower my standards just like a man (equality?).
But you? You’re straddling the line. You couldn’t leave it at just being absolutely perfect, could you? You had to start acting in soap operas. And that’s not even the bad part, actually. You had to start talking shit about how this is some performance art nonsense, and used a lot of abstract, convoluted language to confuse—nobody, actually—into believing that you are actually doing General Hospital for a higher artistic purpose. Yeah, ok dude.
Now you have a solo show about being sexually confused as a boy. Ugh. Stop it. Why can’t you just be hot and intelligent and stop it with the Lady Gaga shit. Just because the general public doesn’t know anything about performance art doesn’t mean that you can pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. Sorry, hotdouche, no.
And by the way, Jimmy—everyone knows you’re a pothead. You’re not a good enough actor to disguise the DUH from your entire presence. You don’t deserve to smoke herb if you’re gonna pretend you don’t know it in public!
You know, all this inappropriate hatred toward men who are absolutely annihilating their sessiness by being pompous herbs reminds me of someone else who should have been welcomed into the HD hall of fame a while ago, but who has slipped my mind so far:
Jared Leto—youuuuuu…I don’t even know where to start. You know what? I’m so mad at Jared Leto AND James Franco for doing this to me today, that I’m gonna have to cool off and write about this tomorrow.