Where Have All the Bad Boys Gone?

Scan the headlines of any of the current tabloids and all you'll see are stories of young starlets driving the wrong way up a one-way street, or driving whilst intoxicated, or both. Supermodels snorting all sorts of illegal drugs and smashing their personal assistants over the head with their heavily bejeweled I-phones. Pop singers shaving their heads, baring themselves for all to see and balancing their baby in one hand with a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other, although the argument could be made about which one they have a tighter grip on.

Every day sees a new horror story from this stable of 10 or so celebs and the question that keeps popping into my head is, "where have all the bad boys gone?" The only one really pulling his weight anymore is Russell Crowe and marriage seems to have tempered his fist swinging ways. Remember the glory days of the bad boys when you'd see big names like Russell and Sean Penn taking big swings at the paparazzi, Charlie Sheen and his long list of escorts, and the best of the bunch Robert Downey Jr. whose antics have become the thing of bad behavior legend.

It's seems as though the new crop of Hollywood guys don't seem to want to embrace the dark side. They have most likely fallen in with a nice crowd and have excellent management which all makes for a very nice career move but a really poor episode of Entertainment Tonight. Just once I'd like to see some grainy film of Shia LaBeouf taking a swing at a passer-by who snaps a picture of him or see Zach Braff come stumbling out of a club very obviously drunk and stoned. The Holy Grail though would be tape of Steve Carrell behaving like a boorish ignoramus to his fans rather than being the genuinely nice guy that he appears to be.

Someone has to take some pride in their overpaid, overly pampered status and knock these girls off the front page of the papers. You can only see so many bare behinds, and fronts for that matter, and late night mug shots with make-up looking like it was applied by a seventy year old with Parkinson's before it all becomes very old.

So, every night I'll sit on the sofa at 7 Pm and wait for Mary Hart to lead in with those glorious words...."Coming up. A shocking piece of tape captured at a local night club where Shia and Zach go after each other with straight razors"