From E-Online's Gossip columnist, Ted Casablanca, on Wednesday....
"Jungle Fever?
Before we get to some western-style questioning, let's do the eastern version, first, 'kay?
Disney, the corporate homespun folks responsible for making New Yawk less seedy and infinitely more commercial--certainly in the Times Square environs--is at it again. Or so I'm told.
Remember that American Idol hunk named Josh Strickland? He was in the Clay Aiken days, but apparently voice and nerd appeal won out over brawn and all-out stage presence, as J.S. lost. Never fear, Josh's hairy chest was saved for a more staged day!
J.S. opened in the title role of Disney's $20 mil Broadway musical Tarzan, and, man, do the high school girlies ride in by the busload, as much of J.S.' primo bod is shown off to Jane and Co., loincloth style. But Disney honchos ain't too happy with Mr. S.' offstage attempts at, uh, potential nooky time.
See, Mr. S., so say very in the know boards spies, has been socially strutting his wares (for intellectual discourse over candlelight canoodling, I'm sure) in avenues Disney doesn't care for. So, said Disney finger-shakers have reportedly demanded Mr. S. cease and desist such personal ads.
Jeez, you prissy types, you expect Josh to hang with all those schoolgals who fawn over the boy? How else d'ya expect a hunk to let loose on his own personal vine-swingin' time?
Let up, you rich nerdwads!"
Some people come into our lives and quietly go, others stay a while, and leave footprints on our heart, and we are never the same.