Everywhere I turn lately, there is another revelation on the Jesse James cheating scandal. What's ironic is that I am someone who usually has a toxic addiction to pop culture (if a squirrel takes a dump on Jessica Simpson's patio, I'm rivoted). But for the most part I never really gave a shit about Jesse James. Sure, the name was a little over-the top...even if it's real and he is distantly related to the outlaw, it's still annoying. But otherwise, he just seemed like a relatively harmless, Fred Durst-y type who scored with Sandy Bullock on the whole opposites attract principle. She liked the tatts, the blue collar work ethic, and just hanging out in the LBC with the hot rods and pitbulls. It made her feel normal and grounded. And I can respect that. So how startling must it be to find out that what you thought of as your rock of normalcy is actually a Neo-Nazi sex addict with a penchant for bitchy looking strippers? And while these new details are quite salacious, it's not Jesse's love of white power poon that has been particularly interesting to me in the wake of this scandal. It's his love of overalls. Such a boyish and innocent look! And yet, vaguely insulting. Sort of a special Osh Kosh fuck you to all the haters. Maybe it's time to take off the overalls, Jesse. It's a serious time.
