So here are some new photos of Mickey Rourke’s latest plastic surgery endeavor, which are still alleged to be necessary because of “boxing accidents” that happened over two decades ago. The last time Mickey publicly addressed his multiple plastic surgeries (aside from, you know, this whole show-everyone-your-fresh-incisions thing he’s got going on today), he had this to say in order to explain away going under the knife so many times:
“Most of it was to mend the mess of my face because of the boxing, but I went to the wrong guy to put my face back together. I had my nose broken twice. I had five operations on my nose and one on a smashed cheekbone. I had to have cartilage taken from my ear to rebuild my nose and a couple of operations to scrape out the cartilage because the scar tissue wasn’t healing properly.”
I mean, honestly. Are we still seriously trying to repair the damage of years gone by, or do you think we have a plastic surgery addict on our hands here, guys? Because truly, the last time we saw Mickey, yeah, he was looking pretty busted, but it didn’t look like anything wasn’t healing correctly or anything, you know?
Can’t help but do it once more, folks—this is what Mickey Rourke USED to look like:
Images courtesy of Radar Online
If you guessed a sad has-been-alleged-spouse-abuser trying to look forty years younger and only ending up with the complete opposite result, you’re absolutely right. However, that’s not exactly what I meant. What I meant was, “Who, precisely, is this sad has-been-alleged-spouse-abuser, stuck on looking forty years younger and only ending up with the complete opposite result.”
If you guessed Kris Jenner, you’d be half-right. This is going to be Kris Jenner in five years, and I’m actually looking forward to that. Now, though, this happens to be Mickey Rourke. It’s Mickey Rourke, who used to look like this:
But who now looks like this:
Poor Mickey Rourke. He’s had a pretty rough life. His skin’s elasticity is all shot to shit and sagging like Lindsay Lohan’s flat-tire ass, and while I realize that plastic surgery is probably a slippery slope, and I’m also aware that his first surgeries were to correct a broken nose due to boxing, I’m also pretty convinced, that had he never made that second, and third, and … whatever decision to continue trying to fix his face, that he’d look like a relatively normal almost-sixty-year-old, and it’s a SHAME, because he used to be SO HOT.
I hope you’re all getting into some debauchery tonight. Like I said earlier, it’s the one night of the year when you can dress like a slut, a freak, or a creep, and people won’t think you’re insane or hold you accountable. It’s just like living in Hollywood.
Celebs are taking advantage of the same opportunity. Katie Couric was spotted sporting this year’s ubiquitous Kate Gosselin costume while the hosts of the Today Show went the Luke & Leia route. Fashion designer Michael Kors dressed in a detailed hippie costume while designer Valentino (above) dressed up as an Oompah Loompah. Oh wait… that’s not a costume.
Would someone please tell me what the hell Martha Stewart and Mickey Rourke are supposed to be? I tried to figure out their costumes, but the best I could come up with was “tree trunk” and “Mickey Rourke.”
Mickey Rourke got pissed at a photog leaving Hollywood club Hyde the other night and pulled a Perez Hilton. Mickey called the guy a faggot, a completely gross word that it’s hard to believe a man who dresses as flamboyantly as he does would use, and now, of course, GLAAD is super pissed and calling him out for it.
The president of GLAAD personally issued this statement to the press calling Rourke out on his bad behavior, calling him “painfully ignorant”, amongst other things:
“This is a slur that, regardless of what Mickey Rourke has convinced himself that it means, is often the last word that gay people, and gay youth in particular, hear before they’re bullied, harassed or assaulted. Rourke is showing himself to be painfully ignorant of how this vulgar, abusive slur feeds a climate of anti-gay hatred, intolerance and violence. Rourke either needs to figure this out, or media needs to stop giving him a platform for promoting these kinds of slurs.” -Jarrett Barrios
Well, it’s officially t-minus two hours until Rourke drops some sort of official apology on us. He chalked up his actions last night by saying that he didn’t mean any offense to the gay community and that it was a term passed around on his high school football team with abandon, but I think we all know that that’s just another way of saying “Sorry if you were offended, but get over it.” Ohhhh, Mickey. America was loving you so hard.
Now that Mickey Rourke has rebounded and is probably somewhat flush again, it seems he’s throwing some of his newly-earned cash at his plastic surgeon … though I do find it near impossible that he’s actually paying someone to do this to his face.
Back in the ’80s, there was a show called Beauty and the Beast starring Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Just from the title you can probably figure out the plot. In a greatly abridged nutshell, Vincent the man-beast falls in love with Catherine the beauty and society doesn’t understand.
If you’re failing to see the connection, it is this: Why is Mickey Rourke’s plastic surgeon turning him into Vincent the man-beast?
Mickey Rourke talked with the Guardian about all sorts of things such as monogamy — he can’t wait to start practicing it! — and death.
In 2006, Mickey lost his brother Joe to a 25 year-long battle with cancer. His grandmother, the woman who raised Rourke and his sibling, kept in touch with the deceased Joe the old fashioned way: via Oijua board. “My grandmother has been the most important woman in my life. I lost her about four months ago, at 99. She was incredibly well read, two books a week her entire life. She taught me the importance of being a gentleman, and how that will carry you a long way. She told me these things a million times, but maybe I didn’t listen hard enough. My brother Joe was just as fond of her. He called her four times a day his whole life. Joe died in my arms, but she still carried on speaking to him, via her Ouija board.”
Listen, Mickey, you’re a little strange and apparently your relatives are a little weird, too. I mean, talking to your dead relatives via Ouija board is just odd. Everyone knows that metal coat hangers are the best way to catch a signal to the afterworld.
Yes! Please let this be true! I know it’s only The Daily Mirror, but they are claiming that Mickey Rourke and Courtney Love have been dating for the past few weeks. Wouldn’t it be great if these two turned into the next Bennifer? Like, we could see them at every premiere and Waffle House opening with Red Bull cans in hand and white powder on their noses? I can already see the OK! magazine cover of them with their crack-addicted twins and the headline, “Our Babies Changed Our Lives.”
Oh, I’m a dreamer and realistically nothing will come of these two, but I’m bored by all the couples out there now. Everyone is happy and blissful and having twins and international adoptions and benefit parties for the environment. I need some good old-fashioned drama. Not Chris Brown and Rihanna drama. I’m just craving DUI’s and hidden camera cocaine videos; I’m jonesing, really.