It’s Zuma Rossdale’s birthday, and he celebrated in Superman pajamas. On my fifth birthday, I wore Prada and supervised a dignified party game, but I guess to each their own. At least Kingston understands how I feel.
The difference between Kingston and Zuma Rossdale is that Kingston knows when class is called for. He’s in dress shoes and a button-down, and is sporting a surprisingly well-coiffed hairstyle, as he celebrates his mother’s birthday with dinner.
Zuma, though, sported sneakers and a tank top, and accessorized with a belt that’s not doing its job and what appears to be a sippy cup.
You have to dress for the occasion, even when the guest of honor is your mother. And Zuma is dressed for a redneck picnic.
Zuma Rossdale wants everyone to think he’s tough with that sassy pose, and Kingston wants everyone to think he’s serious with that angular haircut, but the fact is … you’re walking a Pomeranian and wearing graphic tees. I can’t take you seriously, and I won’t even try.