The following is an excerpt from a piece originally featured on The Style Con:
Sure you’ve all heard about it. Robin Thicke did some alleged screwin’ around and then got the boot from the wifey (good on you, girl), Paula Patton. There’s only so much Miley Cyrus-stage-groping, Emily Wat-ta-tow-kow-ski whatever tit-shaking a girl can handle. Locks were changed, phone calls ignored, you know, BREAKUPS. And so Robin Thicke did what every boy I ever dumped did for me (HAAAAAAA), wrote an album about it. It’s called Paula. Every song on it is dedicated to her. And that is weird.