I like Judd Apatow's movies because I have a sense of humor. But they have also been a major contributor to a problem I see exhibited by many a modern man that I like to call "I'm A Schlubby Slacker, Isn't It Adorable?" Syndrome. For example, Seth Rogen's character in "Knocked Up." A chubby, unemployed stoner with, like, five roommates, f**ks a hot, successful blonde (played by Katherine Heigl) without a condom, knocks her up, and continues to act like a loser throughout her pregnancy, still manages to get the girl in the end. And he doesn't even really have a good personality.
That guy, that schlubby, mediocre-in-bed, emotionally-stunted "every guy," who somehow wins at life without ever really trying, is the hero of many Apatow films. And I just can't help but wonder if every schlubby, mediocre-in-bed, emotionally-stunted slacker I went out with over the course of the last couple of years maybe felt validated by the success of those movies. (And, sure, maybe I contributed to that validation by f**king a few of them myself. I take responsibility.) Just something to think about while you anxiously wait for his next movie to hit theaters.