In the Thicke of it

Hey, hey, hey…Robin Thicke and his actress wife Paula Patton have decided to split. Word around the campfire is that these two have been together as far back as when Robin was a confused white boy teen from Canada thinking that he was destined to be a black dude in Motown.

Apparently the Blurred Lines crooner became aware of his rapidly diminishing 15 minutes of fame and decided that jumping the marriage ship in order to dock his boat at other ports was the best course of action.

But trust me, this time next year, he’ll be begging and pleading with his estranged wife to take him back because he turned out to be the Psy of 2013 and he can no longer afford fancy suits, sunglasses and haircuts because he blew all his money on sleazy entertainment and doughnuts.

No word yet on if they’re going to get a divorce, but should they decide to, chances are Mr. Thicke will more than likely try to pre-emptively sue Paula just like he did Marvin Gayes family when he stole the melodies for the only song the world will remember him by; Blurred Lines.

Yes, Robin, the lines are blurred indeed.

A few months ago I read an article in Vanity Fair (actually it was the second to the last page in the magazine) where they give someone “famous” a few questions to answer and they can either make themselves look noble or look like a complete idiot.

Guess which route Robin took.

The one thing that stood out was when he was asked about his wife and the allegations of infidelity. Robin answered that he’d grown up a “Hollywood & Industry kid” and that all he knew was living the “lifestyle”. Nice way to evade the question, Bub. There’s a word for all of that; It begins with 'D' and ends with 'bag'.

Congrats, Robin, to all that you’ve accomplished on the backs of others & all that you stand to lose. You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, but you’re still a tool none the less.