No, he hasn’t traded Vanessa in for a more-talented model. He’s just sporting a new “What-do-you-mean-I-have-to-still-promote-this-piece-of-crap?”/”Screw you, world!” bit of facial fuzz. The kind of scruff that dwindling career options and hateful reviews tends to produce. When the idea of going to ONE MORE airport in ONE MORE CITY where he will be met with eager fans BEFORE the movie, and embarrassed-for-him fans AFTER the movie, is just too much to contemplate. When the old ritual of shaving and moussing and putting on the mascara and blush and three coats of lipgloss (FOR THE CAMERAS! FOR THE CAMERAS!) no longer thrills, so you just wake up, throw on a crumpled shirt and go. Whatever. Sure, it’s your duty as a star to show up, but damnit, if they want you to look pretty they are shit out of luck, because you’re SAD ZAC now! And the haters can just suck your beard scruff! (via I’m Not Obsessed)