Lately it seems that everybody in pop is becoming a parody of themselves. you've got Christina Aguilara imitating a WWII era bombshell like she's been doing for the past couple singles now, Avril Lavigne dressing in tiny plaid skirts and singing about how she's the motherfucking princess, Pink singing some song about masturbation. And you know what? That's fine. Pop stars are meant to be 2 dimensional, I recognize and appreciate it. But Peter, here, seems to be becoming a parody not of himself, but any pop star at all.

Now, I'm not going to pretend I know exactly what's going on here, and it is probably unfair to Pete to do this as I'm assuming it's a photoshoot that's been styled by somebody other than him. But let's talk about it. The jacket-- I don't hate it. It's big and ruched and silver, but it's so camp I can't help but kind of like it. The pants, though, are an awkward length that make the already diminutive Mr. Wentz look like a member of the Lollipop Guild's San Francisco division. I'm not fond of the shoes, either, they make me think of something Hillary Clinton (god bless 'er) might buy Bill. The hat appears to be some sort of seaman's cap-cum-crown, which implies to me that Peter is, in fact, the motherfucking princess, rather than Avril. Only, of the ocean. Or something.