If you’re going to make a statement, at least have something to say. But then again, it’s People. The MiniVan Majority will believe anything, non?
Here’s what he told the magazine:
“I’m not a perfect person, but I’m not guilty of a lot of the things I have been accused of. My priority is and always has been the health and safety of my family."
Interestingly enough though, the article goes on to say that Ryan wouldn’t comment on Abbie Cornish or address specifically which untruths he’s referring to.
In other words: half ass and lame.
Go back a week or more in the archives, gossips. It’s all there. Allegations, RAMPANT allegations of Canadian infidelity, including not one, not two, but three different woman at Yaletown Cactus Club where he often partied with the closing staff before taking one unlucky girl home with him to the Opus Hotel across the street. Oddly enough, the man seems to have an affinity for restaurant workers.
Just received word that another employee at another establishment was allegedly also brought back to the Opus on several occasions – that this one was actually the favourite. Rumour has it, she worked at Earl’s on Broadway – another restaurant chain with very goodlooking female staff members. And by goodlooking, I don’t mean Hooters goodlooking, I mean they all have that “I’m going to be a model/actress” look about them – can you see it?
As for the patented move? Think Ethan Hawke. You know…wannabe offbeat poet, cheesy “Shakespeare”-esque lines on beauty and haunting and wanting and yearning accessorized by tortured artist anxiety – the kind of approach that only works on 18 year olds or small town girls or 18 year old small town girls.
Are you Rossum-ing?