And followers on Twitter haven't forgotten those facts.
The conversation started off friendly enough, with a smattering of bizarre requests entirely characteristic of Twitter takeovers:
Who are you? #AskThicke I genuinely don't know.
#AskThicke Can you help me move house on Saturday?
But things soon took a turn, and posts such as these began appearing with alarming regularity, before they flooded the feed entirely:
#AskThicke Did you really write a rape anthem as a love song for your wife and are you still wondering why she left you?
#askthicke when you "wrote" Blurred Lines did you do a jump and say "wow! Men and those other objects are going to love this!"?
On a scale of R. Kelly to Phil Spector, how do you intend to "Get Her Back?" #AskThicke
The world my kids will grow up in is less safe because of Blurred Lines. How can you fix that @robinthicke @Pharrell? Delete it? #AskThicke
#askThicke If one of your songs played in a forest and no one was around to hear it would it still be sexist and gross?
on a scale of 1 to 10 years, how far do you think you've set white men back? @vh1 #AskThicke
#AskThicke When you're not busy objectifying women, making light of rape and justifying sexual violence, how do you like to relax?
Which greatly amused Twitter users this morning, who were quick to point out VH1's terrible lapse of judgement after they spotted the hashtag trending:
#AskThicke was a baaaaadddd idea lol
Fans of @robinthicke are upset that #AskThicke is getting trolled.
Don't worry guys. It's okay.
We know he wants it.
#AskThicke, #MyNYPD and other signs that publicity people have no idea WTF they're doing in the age of hashtags...
Whoever thought #askthicke would be a good idea, is probably crying and praying for the ground to open and swallow them whole.
the #askthicke feed = my morning entertainment
The Q&A comes after Thicke performed another grovelling rendition of his new track "Get Her Back" at the BET Awards on Sunday (29 June) - a tedious ode to the breakdown of his marriage to actress Paula Patton.
The track does, however, come complete with a laughably bad music video, in which a bloodied, bruised and beaten Thicke stands wincing in pain as he mouths the lyrics to one of the most pitifully boring songs ever to be whined into existence.
Far from the Aviator shades, suit and topless models, this time it's Thicke who's semi-naked and vulnerable, crying in the dark as text messages reading 'I hate myself' and 'You ruined everything' mooch across the screen like angsty teenagers.
Watch it in full below:
- Independent