Russell Tovey thanks his dad for not allowing him down the effeminate path.

I knew my aversion to Russell Tovey was warranted.  Y’all think I’m judgmental, but really, I’m just perceptive and I can smell the bullshit even through a TV screen.  Check out this cute little passage from Russell Tovey’s interview with The Guardian:

"I feel like I could have been really effeminate, if I hadn’t gone to the school I went to. Where I felt like I had to toughen up. If I’d have been able to relax, prance around, sing in the street, I might be a different person now. I thank my dad for that, for not allowing me to go down that path. Because it’s probably given me the unique quality that people think I have."

Dammit, Dad!  Why didn’t you make me more manly?!

Oh wait, you forced me to play baseball when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to play football when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to go on construction jobsites with you when I didn’t want to.  You forced me to play with those terrible, bad-ass boys in the neighborhood (and get beaten up all the time) when I didn’t want to.

Maybe I’m was just meant to be a sissy and there was nothing my dad could have done about it and maybe Russell Tovey is a dick who pats his dad on the back for “making” him Grindr Masc.

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Getting drunk, probably snuck out of his parents’ house, wearing his sister’s jeans, thinking about killing himself, obsessively listening to Evanescence…God, I was so fucking lonely back then.
—  Patrick, describing his lonely childhood.