Sometimes I worry...
About his arms.
It’s not that I’m complaining that Ryan Gosling is fit. Of course not. Hell no. But I was having this conversation with a friend recently and ... well... Ryan Gosling is also not Kellan Lutz. He doesn’t have to be. So when I see these biceps busting and they seem to be busting more and more these days, I worry he’s hittin’ the gym all the time. I don’t want to know, or see evidence of, Ryan hittin’ the gym all the time like some vain Twilight airhead who has nothing else to pimp.
Laura tells me this all the time. I am a fickle bitch, it’s true. One little thing can set me off and meatheads totally set me off. Obviously Ryan is not a meathead, but he doesn’t have to look like one either. It'd be one thing if he was out chopping wood every day but he lives in LA and isn't moonlighting as a carpenter.
Check him out courtside at the Laker game earlier this week. Maybe it’s just what he’s wearing. When he’s wearing a crisp white shirt, it’s not a problem. Like when he was touring with Dead Man’s Bones with his shirtsleeves rolled up and his forearms and his amazingness, oh la, all good. In this clingy cardigan – is it a cardigan??? – and a beater underneath, and that v-neck and the chain... I don’t know... it’s just not my favourite look.
Are you cyber punching me? Are we fighting?
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