Sit DOWN, Matthew Morrison

Yes, you are pretty. Yes, you look like this:



Yes, you look great with your shirt off, we get it.

But seriously. Matt Morrison, you have got to sit DOWN!

Matty-bear answered Broadway.com's "My New York" a few weeks back. Check it out.

Now... I don't know Mr. Pretty personally. Maybe this is all tongue-in-cheek. But he comes off as a smug prick. Did he really tell us not to get pot in Washington Square? Did he really say how he got drunk and ended up in a fishtank on opening night of Hairspray? Those are just my two favorites-- feel free to pick your own!

Matthew Morrison is one of those guys that you still want to make out with even though you hate that about yourself. When he walks, he struts. He has this air of, "I am hot, I can sing pretty and every lady wants me." He reeks of male bravado, which works really well in South Pacific right now, and put him on the map in Hairspray. He is the kind of guy that your Dad wouldn't want you to go out with in high school. The kind of guy that seems so bad, and yet sooooooo good.

I do not enjoy said air. Matthew Morrison, I have not fallen under your spell. So, sit down. Sit DOWN! Yes, you sing pretty. Yes, I could do my laundry on your washboard abs. But that is where it ends. Just so we're clear.