The scandal that led him to assume the role of poor, dumb, love-struck Paris, willing to bring war to Troy's gates in the name of forbidden desire, was the jumping off point for what I think is the best piece ever to be published over at my little corner of the internet.
And who can forget that headline in The Daily Mirror afterGeorge W. Bush was re-elected in 2004: "How Can 59,054,087 People Be So Dumb?" We love Dickens and Shakespeare, Hitchcock and Sting, Lennon and McCartney.
Here's my quote: "Smart in business, dumb in love".
Sure, the whole stunt was goofy and dumb, but love is a goofy and dumb thing, and maybe more people than you'd think secretly long to leave the dismal dating world behind and just Weird Science themselves a partner made out of Franzia.
Yet the story goes a step further, indicting even women's dumb helpless baby love itself — a love that helps perpetuate not just the patriarchy but (even in an allegory, certain facts should be faced) the human race.
It's dumb (how's "I love beer, I love rhymes, I love sex" for nuance?), but it's hard not to love a musician who puts their mum on a track (props Mrs Stephens on Lunatic).
"Oh God, I love dumb!" he laughs.
It's a clever joke for people who love dumb jokes.
I know it's dumb, but I love it.
Still, my dumb formulation for love is that once you've been in it with someone, they will live in miniature in a small corner of your heart forever and ever.
