15. Carlos D
Bassist, Interpol
As if being the bassist for the bar-band-quality Joy Division retreads Interpol will not be ignominy enough in six months, Carlos D's penis was put on center stage with the briefly lived blog CarlosDHasHerpes. In it, a peeved guy tells the tale of how his otherwise faithful sweetheart succumbed to the lyrics "touch your thighs/I'm the lonely one" and got escorted backstage by an Interpol roadie. Hence, the blogger's unfortunate outbreak. As certain as we are that every hip Robert Smithâ??inspired guitarist has herpes (there's no cure, remember), we find nothing particularly loathsome about associating rockers with venereal disease. But Carlos D is especially loathsome for three reasons. The fact that he is forever linked to herpes is technically loathsome in itself. Second, he has started a trend in which we could conceivably be outed in the blogosphere for injecting several unknowing victims with chlamydia. Most loathsome of all, we want to fuck him and start our own blog, IgaveCarlosDchlamydia. But we took our penicillin and aren't yet ready for the Simplex II.
