Once upon a time, Mel Gibson was hot. He was a swaggering, sexy Australian who was married to his sweetheart and popping out tons of kids and he was hot. Smoking hot. Now he's an embittered alcoholic with a receding hairline who spews racially insensitive hatred and beats on his fame fucking girlfriend.
Once upon a time, Jake the Bachelor was hot. Now he's a maniacal fame whore with a vacuum cleaner for a soul.
Once upon a time Charlie Sheen was a hot bad boy. Now he's a multi-marrying substance abuser who can't make a single positive choice.
There are so many of them. Hollywood created fantasy men who reveal their truer selves and our hearts plummet more than a little at how far they are from fantasy.
George Clooney remains hot and brilliant yet his girlfriends stay the same age as he gets greyer. My joke is that soon my 9 year old will be able to date him.
I miss seeing these men through romance covered glasses. I miss when Mad Max made me melt and I thought George might one day find a wife and damn it, when Hollywood lust meant more than just he hasn't been busted yet.
Am I just feeling like this because I'm older or are these men destroying something precious?