I missed Thursday’s WYHI. Sorry. To make up for it I’m doing one for the female readers (Seriously? As if there are any female readers) So here it is… Mickey Rourke.

I remember back in the day women literally swooned over Mickey Rourke. And he made several really hot movies with some of the smoking-est women of the 80’s. I have no particular problem with plastic surgery (I’ll post on my thinking about that some day) but why do these Hollywood celebs keep going to people that graduated for the Pablo Picasso School of Medicine? I mean let’s assume that I could afford, and was inclined, to go to a Hollywood plastic surgeon. I’d like to think my first bit of research would be to figure out who did Michael Jackson and Tara Reid and avoid them like the fucking plague. But maybe that’s just me. Whatever.

Here’s Mickey not banging the hotness that is Evan Rachel Wood (Who used to date Marilyn Manson and is  from Raleigh and I like to think is a close friend because I saw her at the Christmas Parade this year).

Once upon a time, I would have run down a herd of school children for the opportunity to have Tara Reid ignore me. She was like the queen of party whores. Then she went to a plastic surgeon (why? why? oh, the humanity!) whose name, I think, is Dr. Demento. Now she could be the poster child for why not to get plastic surgery.