I'm all for getting fit, but why do these guys insist on turning themselves into Hollywood sluts with fake tans and a bad case of manorexia? First Marc Jacobs, who went from a bespectacled, slightly pear-shaped boy-wonder to an oversexed, blue-haired fairy with a Spongebob tattoo and a raging case of herpes...Now Perez Hilton, whose fame and countless VH1 specials have apparently gotten to his head and made him decide it's necessary to binge on coke and diet pills, buy a corset, and hit up the White House Annual Correspondent's Dinner like it ain't no thang.
WTF?
Oh, and here's what he used to look like, for reference:
And just look what fame did to poor Marc:
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