Ben Affleck has just been named Entertainment Weekly‘s “Entertainer of the Year,” you guys! And for once, I actually agree with their choice. Not that I’ve seen Argo or anything, but I’m still incredibly impressed he was able to capture my sexual affections (and those of all my friends) after years of, well, not.
Unfortunately, the shaggy hair and beard have gone the way of all things, making him handsome to his family once again at the expense of the love of the female population of Brooklyn, but perhaps loving a movie star is a little like loving someone you actually know: once you’ve fallen for them, they can get fat or cut their hair or whatever, and you will still love them for who they are inside. I mean, it’s hard not to when he keeps saying things like this:
“When you’re younger and have the early success that I had — it sounds like the worst Hallmark cliche — but I didn’t have anyone to share it with. I don’t mean I wanted someone to sit by the fire with. But when you have a family and children, you kind of see yourself reflected in them. I want to make the kinds of movies that my kids are proud of. I have higher standards, in a way, for them.”
Can you even fucking believe that? Ben Affleck is the perfect human man, at least on the inside. And, truth be told, he might still be okay on the outside, too. Perhaps my love for him is more than beard-deep, after all. Even when he twists the knife like this:
“My wife is a very polite and kind woman. She and the kids did not like the beard. It had an exposed wire vibe. It was hated in my home.”
R.I.P. Bearded Ben Affleck.
(Via Entertainment Weekly)