Jonathan Rhys Meyers Is As Insecure As The Rest Of Us

October 30th, 2007 // 6 Comments

Here’s Jonathan Rhy Meyer’s pics from his new spread in “Details”. “Velvet Goldmine” is one of my favorite movies of all time, so John Boy could punch a nun and I’d be like “well, she was walking too slow!”. In the accompanying interview, he talks about why his drunk ass (he’s been to rehab twice) likes to avoid the paparazzi and press.

“You know why I stay out of the limelight?” he says. “I always think there will be that time that people will find out that I’m crap at what I do. I think they will figure out I’m crap. Doesn’t everybody have that feeling?”

Hell yeah! You don’t think I’m always standing at a urinal in my head next to these other bloggers, hoping my peen is as big as theirs? I got insecurity in spades! I sweat blood on this keyboard hoping everyone’s staying informed and amused. Damn. What if I’m just some effeminate retard who’s faking everybody out? What if there’s nothing left to say about Britney?!?!

By J. Harvey

  1. peachpie

    oh J….. there will *always* be something to say about brit. your job security is at an all time high. wipe the bloodsweat off your keyboard (that’s just unsanitary and you know your mother would say so) and know that we’re all more than adequately informed, and always always amused.

  2. Sloane

    Like Jonathan after Matchpoint – hate the mustache though. And you do entertain us – plus you have the best photos, the kind where we can enlarge them and see all the flaws. And when there aren’t any, we get annoyed.

  3. T-Bone

    I don’t find very many people attractive, but I have to say, this guy has something… Watch the Tudors… you’ll understand…

  4. too late

    Oh Jonathan… so sorry, but the fact that you are a crappy actor is already out of the bag. You and the rest of the world are on the same page.

  5. laurent

    I love him more if he is gay.

  6. D. Garcia

    Oh leave the boy alone, he’s what I like to imagine when I’m having sex with my husband.

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