After a performance (of probably “Blurred Lines,” because no one cares about any of Robin’s other songs and CASH COW) in Paris, Robin was caught dirty dancing with a gorgeous, lithe young thing, and his wife, — naturally — was nowhere to be found.
And you know, let’s be real for a second here: it’s not that he’s married — because of people, not necessarily Paula and Robin, have made it sort of transparent that these two have an open relationship, and you know what? To each his or her own. It’s none of our business the way that Paula and Robin conduct intra- and/or extra-relations, but you know what is our business? You know what is? Being subjected to a walking skeeze like Robin Thicke skeezing and sweating and grunting and all over some young woman who could possibly be a perfectly reasonable, otherwise lovely girl under different circumstances.
Just because you’re gross, Robin, doesn’t mean we’re expected to have to it. .