Wow. Just, wow.
I've worried, in the past, about the consequences on the psyches of Hollywood offspring from being exposed to hypersexualized parents. You know, moms who don't wear underpants, moms who inflate their boobs and wear see-through shirts, that kind of thing. Which all seems pretty tame, now, when considered against the sprawling butt cheeks of David Beckham, exposed for all the world - above, on the cover of the magazine, Attitude - like the firmest of melons, begging to be violated in the most fruit-mashing ways. Butt-cheeks spread brazenly across bedsheets, with - do I even need to point this out? - the tattooed name of his firstborn child emblazoned above them, so that whomever it is that imagines the violation of said butt will have something to read.
I think that it's great that David likes being a gay icon. I think that the world needs more gay icons. But in the pursuit of iconic gay status, David might want to consider the possibility that exploiting one's child's name as an iconic ass-garnish is maybe stepping over a line or two.
