Jim Carrey is aging, despite my adolescent brain permanently projecting him as the 1994 pet detective who was a fixture in my household for a decade. With the exception of Judge Judy and George Clooney, everyone gets old and saggy looking. But Jim Carrey cannot. I won’t allow it. It will mean that my childhood is a far cry from yesterday and I should grow up, move on, and stop body slamming Wrestling Buddies onto my twin bed.
Carrey is 55 years old. Born when JFK was in office. Recently, he’s had to bury his girlfriend who committed suicide and is in the midst of a lawsuit by her family that claims that Carrey gave her STDs that caused her self-worth to dissipate. That shit can age a man.
Jim’s not Clint Eastwood old, but he also ain’t no Fletcher Reede either.
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Carrey is also set to play psychedelic astronaut Terence McKenna in an upcoming biopic. In order to prepare for the role, Carrey retreated to nature and took five grams of dried mushrooms. He claims they made him “see what no man has ever seen before, and no man will ever see again.” This may contribute to that “stay at home dad who just started growing weed in his garden look.”
After Carrey posted the photo on Easter, Twitter weighed in on his look.
It’s officially time to grow up.