Far be it from me to speak with certainty as to what occupies the minds of today’s youth, but I do spend enough (okay, way to much) time on the internets to gauge where their heads are at, and orange-tinted teen heartthrob Zac Efron, he of the zeitgeist that is Disney’s High School Musical and of the recent big screen Hairspray musical, seems to be the pin-up du jour; the star the girls want to be with, and ostensibly, the dudes want to be. And herein lies the problem. The recent Rolling Stone cover boy is something of a pint-sized George Hamilton, with an addiction to tanning that should earn him to title of Mr. Melanoma ’07. For proof, look no further than the Efron-obsessed blog Zac Efron Please Stop Tanning.
In addition to his fake-bakery, he clearly augments his tanning bed sessions with a little bronzer, or pancake: mancake. Thus the forecast, the Efron Effect, if you will. If the teen idol truly holds sway over his legion of fans, I fear he will influence susceptible admirers into embarrassing experiments with mancake. Imagine a slew of tweenage metrosexual males, under the spell of this pumpkin-colored Pied Piper, slathering their oily pubescent pores with bronzer after spending their allowance at the MAC counter. At the very least, they should wait until they are old, vain and douchey to experiment with skin spackling.
Related: A Message From Zac Efron’s Pancake Makeup [via The Gilded Moose]