I love Ryan Gosling and all, but sometimes he doesn’t seem like a real person. He’s an incredibly beautiful man who loves Disneyland and does ballet. He breaks up street fights. And now he rescues damsels in distress on the mean streets of New York.
This story is from Twitter, but legitimate news sources are covering it, so I’m going to go ahead and say it actually happened. Here are the tweets from Laurie Penny, a journalist from London who happened to come into harm’s way while Ryan Gosling was on duty:
I literally, LITERALLY just got saved from a car by Ryan Gosling. Literally. That actually just happened.
I was crossing 6th avenue in a new pink wig. Not looking the right way because I am from London. Ryan Gosling grabbed me away from a taxi.
He did not say ‘hey, girl.’ He said ‘hey, watch out!’
Identity of no-idea-if-actually-a-manarchist-but-definitely-a-decent-sort Ryan Gosling confirmed by girl near me, who said ‘you lucky bitch’
I would also like to thank the several other, more anonymous New Yorkers who have saved me from cars since my stay here.
She also said that she thought it looked like some dude named Jed, but then she realized that Jed would never wear double denim. So not only did Ryan Gosling rescue her, but he did it while wearing double denim. Honestly.
What’s next, Ryan? Maybe you’ll be at your bank, just taking care of some business, when some masked man jumps out with a gun, and you’ll disarm him with one hand and restrain him with the other. Maybe you’ll be going for a nice little ride on a boat and you’ll see some terrified child in the water, screaming “help! I don’t know how to swim!” and you’ll jump in without any trace of concern for your fancy clothes and pull the child to safety. Maybe you’ll be in the store when I’m stubbornly trying to ride a bicycle that’s way too tall for me and you’ll say “hey girl, you ain’t no Lance Armstrong, try the kid’s section.” Maybe you’ll be the one to save us from ourselves.