I wonder what Benedict Cumberbatch thinks to himself when he wakes up every morning. A lesser man who is as popular and lusted-after as Benedict would probably say to himself, “Self, how can I one-up myself today? Seventy-five percent of the world’s population is in love with me, so how might I entrap the remaining twenty-five percent?” But Benedict isn’t a normal man, is he? No. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t understand why we find him so attractive. He’s the kind of man who just goes about his life hoping that the public infatuation will go away, and then accidentally just stumbles further into it by being so. damn. appealing.
His newest venture into Adorationville — population EVERYONE — was officiating a gay wedding between two of his friends, Seth Cummings and Rob Rinder at the Hacienda Hotel Ibiza in Spain. Apparently he got ordained specifically for the civil ceremony, which is adorable and I love it. That’s just the sort of thing that a normal like you or me would do, and there goes Benedict, doing it! Getting ordained online and shit. What an adorable little goose! (As a side note, the way I talk about Benedict is becoming increasingly worrisome. Merits further analysis.) Speaking to Vulture a week before the ceremony, Benedict said:
“It’s a very private, lovely thing to be asked to do. Of course, I’m going to make a joke after it, ‘I do weddings. Next will be children’s parties and bat mitzvahs,’ if it goes well. It’s a mainly Jewish and gay audience, so hopefully they will be lenient towards me.”
So you’re telling me this guy not only officiates his friends’ weddings, but he’s also honored to be asked to do so? Even though he’s a big time celebrity? And he makes bad jokes in the process? I’m obsessed. Who wants to gay marry me so I have an excuse to call Benedict?
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