Not that we normally find Zac Efron particularly attractive, but the half-ponytail is definitely not a good style for him, even if leaving his hair down covers up those baby blues of his.

I love a ginger (hello, Prince Harry), but Carrot Top makes me want to vom. That’s why I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why John Galliano sent all of his amazingly gorgeous male models down the runway in Paris looking like the comedian walked out of a gay cabaret. If this becomes a trend, there’s going to be mutiny.

I hate to be redundant, but when this dude gets picked as the HOTTEST BACHELOR by People, I need to step in and say something, and of course present their very own grotesque pictorial as evidence of just how not hot he is. The magazine photographed Mario posing in various iconic images, including this one, as the blond boy from Blue Lagoon. Total dry heave moment. Luckily, some good will come out of this: Radar put together a slideshow with Mario transplanted into other iconic images. The laughing that ensued helped control my urge to barf.

We realize that scoring the lead role in The Hobbit is probably a really big deal if you’re an actor, but we are seriously disturbed that beautiful, handsome, brogue-ish James McAvoy is going to have to pull on a pair of heinous Hobbit feet to play Bilbo Baggins. And those funny little ears. Eww. Playing Frodo did nothing to up Elijah Wood’s sex appeal, we remind you. [Perez Hilton]

Admittedly, I was much more of a Zack girl than a Slater girl during my Saved By The Bell-watching days, but I have never understood what the ladies saw in Mario Lopez. And I really don’t get it now. I was flipping through the latest issue of Us Weekly and there is the most frightening photo of him, shirtless, with a throbbing VEIN on his stomach. Is this what people consider sexy?

I’m so over these fools on American Idol, especially that cheeseball David Archuleta. The kid had the gall to sing Chris Brown’s awesome song “With You” on the show last night. No one made him sing it—he chose it. And it was awful, because a lily white dork like David should not be singing about “my boo”.

We loved “Mr. Jones” when we were in 8th grade too, but you know what? We woke up one day and realized that aside from that song, the Counting Crows totally blew and Adam Duritz, their lead singer, was grody. Especially when you consider how many hot, awesome babes he dated—Courtney Cox, Jennifer Aniston, Mandy Friggin’ Moore. Now the dude has been blathering on and on to the laddie mags about how, despite being “a ladies man”, he’s battled depression. Boo-hoo. We’re depressed you’re still famous.

We get it, it’s for a role (playing John Lennon killer Mark David Chapman in Chapter 27). But still. Eww. [IMDB: Chapter 27]