(Are we sure that there really is a dick in that box?)
Whatever happened to Justin Timberlake's edge? Didn't he, like, used to be black? Nowadays, though, Justin seems so thoroughly -- even prohibitively --meh. What happens to an edge deferred? Does "edge" die once you reach a certain level of stratospheric fame? Do celebrities have to smooth themselves out a la Metallica circa 2000-2008 in order to not offend the largest amount of people. Does The Common Man prefer porridge to sushi (The Corsair sips a peppery Cognac)?
Perhaps.
Timberlake hasn't been the same since he took the cowards way out and pretended that he didn't know that Janet was going to bear a nipple at the Superbowl. Had Timberlake stood up and shared the media pillory that Janet withstood, then he surely would have been regarded by the edge cognoscenti as completely "Pimp."
Mais sa ne fait rien. Instead, Justin ended up smooching on surfboards with Cameron Diaz on the cover of Us Weekly (Can we be Cameron's "New Surf Guy"? Can we please?). If you go in for that sort of thing (Averted Gaze). Now, this. From PageSix:
"JUSTIN Timberlake was given a personal tour of the artists' studios at the annual benefit for the New York Academy of Art in TriBeCa by Will Cotton, who paints scrumptious nudes on cotton-candy clouds. What did they talk about? 'Turns out we share a common interest in cooking with truffle oil,' said Cotton."
Then again, John Gotti was a proto-metrosexual.
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