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I am very, very worried, darling. Where do we even begin with the most pertinent concern draping itself across international waters, touching every soul the world over? Yes, you guessed it (because you feel it too!): We must address Harry Styles’ acting—our sanity depends on it.
As a Harry Styles fan since my senior year of high school, I must admit it has been a catastrophic week. What initially seemed like a win for all of us, when Styles posed cleavage-out for the global September issue of Rolling Stone, quickly devolved into absolute chaos.
It began with an absurd quote from the singer-actor-heartthrob, whose character in the upcoming film My Policeman is gay. When asked about the film’s erotic nature, Styles said this nonsense: “So much of gay sex in film is two guys going at it, and it kind of removes the tenderness from it. There will be, I would imagine, some people who watch it who were very much alive during this time when it was illegal to be gay, and [director Michael Grandage] wanted to show that it’s tender and loving and sensitive.”