This post was written by Sean Flanagan, our guest blogger, and Brian Fairbanks
As Scanner Brian told you this morning, David Duchovny joined the League of Hollywood Horndogs and has now entered rehab for Bill Clintonitis: sex addiction...
Please, look up at the picture now.
Him?
To have rehab worthy addiction, and to assume a public embarrassment, one must assume that he was wanting it (and maybe even getting it) so much that sex became detrimental to his family life and career.
Him? That guy with the cup over his balls? He's married to Tea Leoni. We don't blame him for having sexual addiction. (Unless, of course, this is really all about homey having a hooker habit. That or he couldn't stop rubbing up against his co-workers. Or the corner of tables and desks to get off. Or... or or or...)
Mulder, please get better. We would really like to see an X-Files 3, one that would actually answer any of the convoluted plot points that the series ended on instead of a mediocre stand-alone story that was basically a rip off of Silence of the Lambs with Frankensteins.
Which sounds cool on paper, I don't blame you for doing it. But the world is supposed to end in 2012 and you were on the run from Super Soldiers. What happened?