My final blog post yesterday was about Zac Efron on the set of his new movie, doing push-ups. No big deal. Just a guy who drops down and gives you 10, spontaneously, whatever.
Check him out today, walking to set, and f-ck, he didn’t have time to close his jacket because he’s so focused on getting in character, getting into position. So you can see the result of those push-ups. His sculpted chest all sculpted and sculpty. And those damn paparazzi, god they’re just there every day, and sh-t, he wishes they’d stop leering at him, right? He’s not a piece of meat. He’s not here to be objectified, OK?
Would you please respect that Zac Efron has a lot to say and needs to be heard?
