In case you weren't aware, yesterday was a very important occasion. It was Ryan Gosling's 33rd birthday. How could you forget?
In honour of another year of the Gos walking our earth, we thought it was fitting to publish this open letter - and to say sorry...
Dear Ryan Gosling, We're Sorry for Ruining Your Life
Dear Ryan Gosling,
I'm sorry for ruining your life.
It recently occurred to me that it has become impossible for you to walk out the door without the paparazzi stalking you like a pack of half-starved cheetahs. You just want to find some chill place to read El Topo: A Book of the Film, 'cause that’s the kind of thing you sexy artist-types do.
And my need to post your most recent photos to my Ryan Gosling Is the Yummiest Man Alive board on Pinterest has hindered your right to be the Yummiest Man Alive without being hassled.
You are not a chiseled god sent as the perfect model of human physique, and for relentlessly ogling you, I am sorry.
It also wasn't right for me to buy those dish towels with your face - the most expressive face in Hollywood - on them.