Justin Timberlake’s “Forget Tomorrow World Tour” should be renamed “Forget Yesterday When I Got a DWI Tour.”
It’s been nearly a week since the singer was busted.
And not a peep from him about allegedly getting ossified at a Hamptons celeb mainstay, blowing a stop sign and being taken downtown by a babyface copper who had no idea he was arresting the very man responsible for bringing sexy back.
Instead the former boy-bander took the stage in Chicago on Friday and turned his recent headlines into a narcissistic and manipulative display of solidarity.
“It’s been a tough week,” Timberlake told the United Center crowd. “I know I’m hard to love sometimes but you keep loving me right back.”
Oh poor me, I’m flawed. I’m complicated. I’m not easy but I am worth it. We’re worth it, family.
Cry me a river, sir.
He might be hard to love because he’s loath to acknowledge that he screwed up — royally.
Timberlake is literally on the stage, holding the microphone. How about a little contrition or a PSA: “Don’t do what I did.” Or give out gift cards for Uber or Lyft with every ticket.
In the age of ubiquitous ride-share services — which should have rendered drunk driving extinct — Timberlake looks like a flat-out reckless, selfish fool.
Toss in his extremely high personal net worth of $250 million, meaning he could have a driver on standby, and it’s the biggest unforced error since he showed up to the 2001 American Music Awards doused in dubious denim.
Be a boozebag, if you please. Get soused. Binge so hard you’re grabbing random customers’ drinks at the bar, like the singer was reportedly doing. But after you pay that tab, call a car.
Timberlake was even reportedly warned by the arresting cop to not drive. But hubris and entitlement can be a far more potent mix than martinis. He still drove his $100,000 BMW.
Timberlake is truly one lucky son of a bitch in that all he got was one glamour mugshot by the Sag Harbor police. The glassy-eyed singer could have killed someone out for a late night stroll or bike ride. He could have mangled another driver on the road.
His drunken recklessness could have led to such an unnecessary tragedy that, instead of playing arenas, he could be on a court-mandated tour of our state’s finest correctional facility.
The young cop deserves a big ol’ thank you.
It’s all rather bad timing for Timberlake, who has been weathering some choppy waters over the last two years. The sales of his new album, “Everything I Thought It Was,” and concert tickets have been lackluster. Add in the bad juju from Britney Spears’ memoir, “The Woman in Me,” where she revealed that Justin cheated on her and convinced her to have an abortion at 19.
“Justin definitely wasn’t happy about the pregnancy. He said we weren’t ready to have a baby in our lives, that we were way too young,” she wrote. “If it had been left up to me alone, I never would have done it. And yet Justin was so sure that he didn’t want to be a father.
She called it, “one of the most agonizing things I have ever experienced in my life.” And many fans turned against Timberlake, who has stayed busy dodging questions about his former girlfriend.
“His golden boy image is definitely depleted,” a Hollywood source told Page Six after the arrest.
However, he hasn’t been a boy for over the last two decades. He’s a 43-year-old man who is married with two children.
He seems to think he’s frozen in 2006 amber: A triple-threat who was once so invincible he ripped off Janet Jackson’s top, exposing her breast during the Super Bowl in 2004 — and she was the recipient of the cancellation.
But Timberlake is as defiant as he is talented. Back in February, Spears uploaded a clip of him on “The Tonight Show” and said she wanted to “apologize for some of the things I wrote about in my book.” She then complimented his song “Selfish.”
Timberlake followed that up by quoting Conor McGregor — saying he wanted to apologize to “absolutely f–king nobody.”
I fault him not for his failed relationship with Spears. They were young rich kids stumbling their way into adulthood with the paparazzi watching.
But a DWI is serious business. I’m sick of reading endless news stories about innocent people being killed by drunk drivers.
It’s time to grow up, JT. And call an Uber like the rest of us schlubs.