College Candy

Zac Efron has fans. And some of them may have rabies.

Given the obscene amount of comments (perhaps the most CC has ever received on one article? At least with the most spelling mistakes) connected to my first blog about this 17-year-old sugar coated star, I’m a little afraid to have another go.

But what the hell. I’m a troublemaker.

According to half a dozen angry rants, I don’t know Zac at all, he’s an amazing actor, his body just oozes hotness, and anyone who comes close to insulting him is wasting the world’s time—because he is loved by all.

So here’s what I did. I held my breath, typed his name into Google, and ventured out onto the Internet Superhighway to find out about all things Efron. Would recent pictures prove to me that he is indeed hotter than the sun? After reading a few interviews, would I be convinced of his supposed saintly goodness? And would I ever find out who Vanessa Hudgens was?

I’ll tell you one thing, wax figure or not, Z. Efron has got more websites devoted to him than Jenna Jameson (approximately. I didn’t actually do the math). He has certifiably grabbed the Tween market in two well manicured hands, and as long as he’s attached to Disney and stays away from the coke, seems destined to make little girls weep from joy for years.

But as a 24-year-old woman, I still don’t get it. I just don’t. And you know what, I don’t think I’m supposed to.

Most of this boy’s fans are young enough to be completely baffled by grammar, innocent enough to become enraged over a blog that may or may not defame him, and immature enough to miss the real gist of what my initial argument was. These girls (and boys?) are young, and just the way my generation was fooled by Lance Bass, and the generation before that by George Michael, they haven’t the experience to understand why some might consider their blessed Efron…less than manly.

Who knows if this newest Disney cherub is gay? And really, who cares? He’s rich, he’s obviously talented enough to garner attention, and will either mature like DiCaprio or fizzle out like Haim.

So abrasive, spelling-deficient Efron fans, let’s agree to disagree, alright? Go ahead and love a boy who can’t seem to grow facial hair, and I’ll go on thinking he spends more time getting ready in the morning than I do.