I could care less about Zac Efron and rapper Lil Wayne, but this article made me laugh, cringe and wonder about all the blurred lines in today's culture.
At that very moment—as if on cue—the San Luis Obispo-born Efron himself emerges from Wayne’s den. I’ll later learn that the 20-year-old brunette heartthrob is crashing in Wayne’s guest room while the two work on their High School Musical songs together, but for now it’s like seeing a polar bear in the middle of the Brazilian rain forest.
“What’s up, my nigga?” Efron says, giving Wayne a pound, a hug, and then, to my astonishment, a full-on kiss, reminiscent of the one Wayne famously gave his surrogate father Baby last year. (Obviously, Efron is going to have to work harder to squelch rumors surrounding his sexual orientation.)
Admittedly, I'm a bit jealous of Wayne's lifestyle, though I can't imagine spending more than 10 seconds with the "Tiger Beat-er" du jour:
I get up in the morning, get my dick sucked four times, drink a Molson’s, and then hang out with Zac. What, do you want me to go to Hawaii for a vacation? You got a job, but this is my vacation right here.”
Adds Efron, “Word!”
Draw your own conclusions, or don't.