I think I love this picture of Elle feature editor Justine Harman and Ryan Phillippe. It looks like a snapshot from a Match.com date that still has another hour or two of potential before shit goes to hell in a hand basket. He hasn’t had one too many drinks and started banging out John C. Reilly‘s drum solo from Stepbrothers on the bar with those xylophone mallets. She hasn’t excused herself to the bathroom to call her BFF. “OMG, he was cute at first, but now he’s trashed and won’t stop talking about the garage band he’s in. Yeah, a musician sounds hot but the band’s name is ‘Pussy Wagon’ and their last album was titled ‘Songs in the Key of Queef.’ Call me in ten minutes and pretend there’s an emergency before I have one more drink and fuck him anyway.”
Justine interviewed Ryan for Elle‘s regular feature “Hot Guy/Cold Drink” and covered everything from social media to his embracing of his status as a teen heartthrob of days past to his struggles with depression.
“You know, depression has been a huge obstacle for me ever since I was a child. As you get older I think it decreases some, but I’m just innately kind of a sad person. I’m empathetic, and I take on the feelings of others and transpose myself into the position of others.”
“There’s great value to it, but it can also ruin your fucking life. But, that being said, if it was a choice between being this way or being completely ignorant I’d prefer to suffer through the sadness than to be a complete moron with no feelings.”
It’s refreshing to see a man talk about depression and empathy. There are a great many number of guys running around like the OG Elsa, raised under the “conceal, don’t feel” mantra. Sometimes that works, sometimes it backfires like a motherfucker if the amount of emotionally stunted adults running around is any indication.
Even though what Ryan talking about is serious, I did laugh a little at the way he presented the last part of the first paragraph. It reads like a Young Adult book trilogy that will be coming soon to a theater near you in a twelve-part film series so the studio can squeeze every last drop of money from its potential. Parts 4-9 stretch a single page of screenplay into 160 minutes of “why the fuck am I even watching this shit?”
Pics of Ryan looking pretty DILF-y in the gallery via Elle.
