Yesterday, Justin Timberlake did the least Justin Timberlake-y thing noted attention enthusiast Justin Timberlake has ever done: he introduced the world to Silas Randall Timberlake, the week-old baby he made with Jessica Biel, by throwing up a picture on Instagram.
That’s right – Instagram. No 80-foot tall billboard in Times Square teasing the release of said picture on an upcoming pay-per-view website called TimberBabyPics.com followed by a secret midnight iTunes release of an album titled Songz 4 Silas? “What is the world coming to when an attention-humper like Justin Timberlake is casually releasing the first picture of his offspring FOR FREE on Instagram?” thought People, as they threw their HERE’S MY BABAAAAY!!! mock-up cover template into the trash.
Not only that, but Justin he couldn’t even be bothered to pay tribute to his greatest look ever by debuting Baby Silas in a custom-made denim infant ensemble like I was hoping he would? Rude.
Baby Silas is barely over a week old, and I know that’s a little early to tell whether he looks like mommy or daddy, because all babies look like Mr. Burns at that age, but I don’t see much of Justin in Justin’s new baby. Where’s the tiny newborn-sized patch of crunch ramen noodle hair? Where’s the smug look of self-satisfaction? Where’s the video of him crying in dog whistle falsetto? Actually, now that I think of it, that open hungry mouth, just-woke-up-from-a-nap look in his eyes, and sweatpants/jersey look is more Unky Joey Fatone than anything. Joey Fatone, NO! How could you?!?