so i leave england for a hot second and this happens…
apparently, based on the number of macaulay culkin stories now posted on my facebook wall, when people i know see macaulay culkin they now think of me, which is SO.MUCH.BETTER than the before time when people i know thought of me when they saw j.tim. (file under: ASSOCIATIONS I DO NOT WANT!!!)
fyi, four posts is apparently the maximum number of posts you can write about someone before you are permanently associated with them in the mind of everyone you know.
which is both awesome and deeply frightening.
anyway. whilst i was away, macaulay culkin and ryan gosling had a whole meta t-shirt/instagram homage thing happen (i hesitate to use the term “bromance” because surely a bromance requires something more than wearing a shirt with another man’s face on it, yeah?)
gosling wore a shirt with mac’s picture. mac wore a shirt with the picture of gosling wearing a shirt with mac’s picture. and then gosling wore a shirt with a picture of the picture of mac wearing the shirt with his picture of gosling wearing the shirt with his picture.
god, that sounds like a james franco poem.
so yeah, that happened. what else?
well, as the daily mail has told us, macaulay is in a velvet underground cover band where all the lyrics have been changed to relate to pizza. as was foretold by the gig where he put the bag in the van, now they’re touring. surely you can imagine the mail‘s excitement that said tour has brought macaulay culkin to our fabled isle…
sounding a little familiar? as is the mail‘s wont, the article is a lengthy narration of a series of photographs.
isn’t this just a little shades of taco bell 2012??! what with the two alcohol mentions in the title alone? srsly, i can’t think of another male celebrity that the mail so consistently concern trolls.
(to be a bit concern trolly myself, dear daily mail, where are your proofreaders??!
your pronouns are wrong and your statements are not stating what they mean to mean!)
so this might seem to augur well…
remember that time there were those rumors??
yeah, he’s still alive and presumably triumphant over addiction. but WAIT… there’s more…
you know how stupid i am? i’m so stupid that, upon reading this:
i actually thought, “omg, they’ve done it. a whole article about mac without a mention of mila kunis!!”
my jubilation was short-lived…
so the funny thing about this article is that- aside from mentioning the heroin rumors and the kunis connection- it’s pretty positive. you could almost conclude that macaulay culkin- aside from a RAGING nicotine addiction- is doing pretty well.
YOU WOULD BE WRONG.
OHMYGOD WHERE TO BEGIN?! everything about this article is priceless.
* the fromage pun
* the fact that within a matter of 4 days culkin has gone from having “successfully transition[ed]” to a “convincing rocker” back to being a “troubled former child star”
* the backdrop of cheese and pepperoni
* the detail that all of this went down during a KAZOO SOLO
not to mention the fact that one of his bandmates was apparently wearing a ziggy stardust mask (which i totally covet).
things the headline evades:
he actually returned to the stage to finish the set. which, well, BALLS.
people also kind of liked him. some of them anyway…
really though, when you’re going to see a cover band whose lyrics are all about pizza shouldn’t you already be open to the idea that it may very well be the weirdest thing you ever watch? i feel like that’s a good psychological prerequisite.
evidently no, as the pizza underground appear to be meeting a pretty brutal reception here in the UK.
you know, when i started writing about macaulay culkin last year, it was mostly because the way the daily mail reported on him was so incredibly weird- the taco bell incident in particular. it wasn’t because i felt any great affinity for him or loved home alone. but this? kind of makes me love him. that he stayed calm.
because what the daily mail is characterizing as a tantrum doesn’t actually appear to be. and that’s rather impressive. were i pelted with plastic cups, i’d pitch a fit. he’s surprisingly zen.