Well, while boarding the slow bus as usually, I just figured out that Robin Thicke is the son of Alan Thicke (Growing Pains anyone?) and it has put a completely new spin on how I view this musician.
Yes, he’s gorgeous, but now every time I see his face, I see Alan Thicke and that’s just creepy on so many levels. It’s like having the occasional obscene thought about some very close male relative. I shudder just to think about it. Oh, God, why? WHY? WHY DOES IT NEED TO BE THIS WAY?!?
At this point, I’m wondering why Robin Thicke couldn’t have looked like his mother (who I don’t know from any cheesy family friendly programs)?
I swear, they even have the same haircut. Sort of. And it just creeps me out so much. Why couldn’t he have just stayed with the long hair hippy look? He still looked pretty fly.
Okay, I’m done rambling for the night. I’m off to bed.