How did I go through so much of my life not knowing about Benedict Cumberbatch, you guys? Don’t get me wrong; I’m not mad at you at all. You tried to tell me. I take full responsibility for my lapse, because god knows, a ton of you kept trying to point out that he was right under my nose, and I just refused to see it. Honestly, I probably owe you an apology, because I kept ignoring your advice that I watch Sherlock or get psyched up about him playing the villain John Harrison in Star Trek Into Darkness trailers, but I just didn’t do it. Maybe because his name sounds like a brunch food made by Keebler elves? That could be part of it?
But now that I’ve come to my senses and accepted the completely crush-worthy specter that is Benedict, I can’t get over how adorable he is in interviews. He’s been, like, genetically engineered to be charming and witty and the sweetest person ever. It’s uncanny, especially from a celebrity, not to mention one with a fan base styling themselves as ‘Cumberbitches’. One would expect that person to be a little more full of himself, but one would be massively disappointed. When asked about his weirdest experience with a fan, here’s what Benedict had to say:
“Oh God – I’ve had a few. I got live tweeted once by someone who was opposite my home in some rented accommodation. He was actually describing on Twitter what I was doing. ‘I took a shirt off, I went to the window, I put a shirt back on. . . ‘ And I’ve got blinds in my flat! I’m not walking around going, “Hi everybody.” So that was quite weird. I get odd presents, too. I get strange letters where people. . . I won’t go into details actually, because I think to air the weirdness is also to give it life and breath, and I think it’s better that it kind of walks away.”
I get that there’s a significant difference in their ages, but can we just take a moment to point out how different Benedict’s reaction is to what Justin Bieber‘s would have been? Most celebrities thrive on the kind of invasions that Benedict ignores and politely smooths over. In case it’s unclear, I think this guy is a total class act, and I can’t wait to get a hotel room across the street from his apartment and live tweet him drinking tea and reading the paper and then noticing me through the window and proposing marriage and us living happily ever after and watching the trailer for August: Osage County on repeat.