Fug The Cover: Zac Efron

We have gotten a lot of e-mails about this cover, most of them inquiring about when, exactly, Zac Efron became his own bobblehead.

Now, I would’ve thought Zac Efron didn’t need a continuing education in which he’s taught not to hire strippers. And as much as I appreciate GQ‘s attempts to give him a grown-up five o’clock shadow — or, well, maybe more of a lunchtime tincture — it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s dressed like he’s hosting a ’60s sock-hop for TV. I mean, the kid was in Hairspray. We’ve been there, done that, and watched several 13-year old girls scream themselves into a dead faint over it.

But it’s ALSO totally true that Zac’s head looks rather too big for his body. What is he supposed to learn from that? Not to get a huge ego? Not to agree to Zac Efron Bobblehead Night at Dodger Stadium? I suppose “Smart Clothes for Tough Times” might be a very handy primer for Zac on how to cope sartorially with this wrenching, emotional phase in which his skull is ballooning to sizes unforeseen, but I suspect this is all just a big clue not to pose for GQ any more.