There are two possible reactions to this:
1. Really, the world is beautiful that allows this man to be a pop star, given how much of his (latest) act involves performing a trashy, otherworldly parody of pop stardom, stretching aspects of it to their limit and then snapping them. ("I'm WIPING my FOREHEAD, do you still want the shirt...? Fine...LICKING THE SHIRT...do you...okay, time for the big guns...so to, ahem, speak...Boz, watch this!")
The real kicker is that most of these things wind up being sexy (I'm pretty sure the Dolls work/ed the same way)...
2. ...Not this one, though. Because ball sweat.