Neil Patrick Harris, who we have never heard of because we’ve never watched Doogie Howser or How I Met Your Mother (not while there was someone threading a needle or counting backwards from ten on another channel) is naked on the front of Rolling Stone, the magazine that used to have edgy shots of edgy stars on its cover.
NPH, not to be confused with NPG, or National Portrait Gallery, is not a bad person. It’s just that we don’t care about him. And when Rolling Stone describes him as ‘the biggest openly gay male star in Hollywood history’ it just goes to show what Hollywood is like and not what NPH is like.
The interview contained withinside the magazine – which has really horrible paper, by the byway – goes something along the lines of: ‘When I came out I started getting a lot more roles (which ones?) because now people could see into my soul (which one?) and straight men still hi-five me because I play a straight womaniser in that Mother show (not very convincingly, it must be said. Not that we’ve seen it) and my friends all say I’m not a very feminine guy…’
Compelling, isn’t it? We have been compelled into a hopefully reversible coma.
Neil Patrick Harris naked on the cover of Rolling Stone *stifles yawn then decides yawn does not deserve to die and gives it life*,