Once upon a time, I viewed Clive Owen as a man. A man’s man. The type of man who doesn’t shave for a month. The type of man who carries a toolbox, boots, and plans to rob a bank everywhere. However, to my extreme disappointment, he is now the face of an anti-aging cream for men by Lancome. Now, I’m not knocking the metrosexuals of the world, because I’m sure, when I’m 40 riding around in a sports car and wearing wife beaters everywhere I go, I’ll use anti-aging cream too, but Clive Owen? The driver? Come on now. It was like witnessing a castration of a man in front of his harem – completely disheartening.

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