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Much has been written about Mickey Rourke's face over the years, and sometimes the writing is so feverish that you'd think the writer was personally offended that Mickey didn't age in the manner God and entertainment journalists intended. Not that we shouldn't all enjoy a good point-and-laugh at plastic surgery addicts (God knows Nicole Kidman gets her fair share), but there's something weird about the way the public gets almost offended that a star would succumb to the constant pressure to remain youthful and attractive in order to find work. Granted, Mickey was damn fine back in his day, but he would have aged no matter what. There are better ways to do it, of course, but we tend to think a lot of the public's huffing and puffing over celebrity plastic surgery comes down to disappointment that a star aged at all, let along aged badly. Because let's face it, the names of current 45+ year-old stars who didn't have surgery can all be counted on one hand. And why is that? Because the same public that gets indignant over too much plastic surgery is the one that stops buying movie tickets when the stars look middle-aged.

Anyway, we always liked the big lug because he gives of waves of "I don't give a fuck what you think" no matter what he's doing. He's practically awash in "I don't give a fuck what you think." Which is good, because your body's got to be pumping out an awful lot of "I don't give a fuck" for you to stand around in public in superhero pants and cat-eye sunglasses. We don't love your outfit and yes, we did love your old face better, Mick, but we can't do anything but applaud you for having the nerve to go out in public like this. That takes balls. And if you lift your jacket slightly, we'll all be able to see them.


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