Ode to RDJ

I don't want to talk about the failure of Stay Positive Week. If I've learned nothing in this life, it's that each failure offers the opportunity for success if you just shove it to the back of your mind and start talking about something else.

He thought he saw me in the crowd...

I want to talk about Robert Downey Jr.

No, YOU come hither!

I came to the RDJ-party late as it wasn't until Air America that I noticed him. And even in that film he wasn't the type of heartthrob that would cause me to cut pictures out of magazines and tape them to my wall.

My celebrity crush on RDJ is like that crush you have on your supposedly-plantonic best friend that you don't know you have until see him look at someone else and realize that, goddammit, that look should be for me!

And that's what happened when Ally McBeal came along a decade later. Hey! That's my celebrity best friend I'd been taking for granted! How dare some neurotic archetype fall in love with him! 

Here he might be looking at Calista, but he's really looking for me...  

Even the weird structured facial hair is hot.

I'm terrible at celebrity crushes because I'm not much of a celebrity follower. I know that Lindsey Lohan is an addict and her parents are crazy. I know US Weekly is suggesting that Kim Kardashian is possibly single or that Kanye is just a shitty baby-daddy to his pregnant girlfriend and that people are calling her fat. I just do not give a shit what celebrities are doing.

So I forget that I even HAVE a celebrity crush until I see them in something I would have seen anyway regardless of them being in it. Like The Avengers. It was produced by Joss Whedon and I will see whatever he touches. (It's where my crush on Nathan Fillian came from and is repeatedly fostered. )

So, even though I've never read a comic book or seen any of the movies that lead into The Avengers, I watched and fell in love. Both with comic-book movies and....

What was I just talking about?

Right. I don't care about celebrities. I don't know if RDJ is married or has kids. I know he had a drug problem and that he got fired from Ally McBeal for it. I don't care about any of that. The good thing is that since I don't actually want to marry him, I just need to feel confident that he doesn't eat babies or beat puppies and I'm able to just like him for being pretty and entertaining. Which is what we pay him for, right?

Anyway, Iron Man 3. Go see it. It really is the best of the three.

I might be busy next week trying to Netflix everything he's in that I haven't seen. Which, according to IMDB, is a lot. Speaking of IMDB, all these pictures are theirs. Thanks, IMDB. 

PS: This post is not sponsored by Iron Man 3, Marvel Comics, IMDB, US Weekly, or Ally McBeal. 

PPS: I feel like I just betrayed Nathan Fillion who has endured as a celebrity crush for a very long time, so stay tuned  for my Ode to Captain Hammer once Much Ado About Nothing is out. (Thanks again, Joss!)