Okay, I know. You don’t have to say it. Two posts in a row on my newest newsboy crush, Matt Gutman, may be a little obsessive. Then again, I haven’t had a newsboy crush to gush about in so long, and it’s my blog, damn it, and if I want to write love letters to Matt and dot my i’s with a heart, then damn it, that’s what I’m going to do.
So, I ♡ Matt. I ♡ him even more after seeing this clip of him getting hassled as he tried to file a report on the gulf coast oil slick. The BP boy off camera needs to get his ass kicked… by Matt… after he rips off his shirt and starts talking serious trash.
When I fantasize about my favorite newsboy crushes wrestling on the beach, I tend to set the scene on the beige sands of southern California, rather than the crude-oil soaked beaches of the devastated gulf coast. Matt staking out his claim and diplomatically but firmly making it clear that he’s not going to be intimidated from moving off his spot gets me just a little hot and bothered. Again, I just need to say, Matt needs to throw the punk ass hassling him off camera to the sand, shove his face in it until the kid chokes, and then slap on a camel clutch while the clean up crew take an on-the-clock break to laugh at him.
And I know that you don’t read this blog for commentary on world politics, but the dumbasses that drilled deep sea oil wells without a means of stopping the oil flow in the event of a catastrophic failure should also be slapped around hard… in prison.
Silver-lining: Matt Gutman hits the national news scene, his shirt unbuttoned far enough to see his sexy, scruffy chest. David Muir must be feeling the heat, as he unbuttons another button.
Sidelineland 