I am a true believer that you end up a lot like your parents. Do I peruse the latest LL Bean catalogue for the hottest tapered fashions? Yes. Do I leave things on top of the car and drive off with them still up there? Yes. Am I a sexy genius? Yes.
See? EXACTLY LIKE MY PARENTS.
So it doesn’t bother me, nor do I care, that the eighteen year-old monster that is Bruce and Demi’s daughter Rumer is letting a thirty year-old man stick his dry and cracking, went to college in 1992, I’m only hot because I’m on that dumb Heroes show, fingers inside of her. Because Mommy and Daddy did some fucked up shit. Like the required boning of people within at least a fifteen year age difference. And also, cocaine.