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In the concrete jungle, he’s coming up roses.
Chris Elliott, a horticulturist at the New York Botanical Garden, is in full bloom as throngs of “thirsty” phytophiles — plant lovers — are unashamedly salivating over his hotness.
But some argue that the hunk-worship is actually crossing socially acceptable lines and causing social media mania.
“One of the New York Botanical Garden’s employees was getting sexually harassed so much every time he showed up on their account that the NYBG has turned off comments,” revealed a whistleblower on X alongside video-proof of the Bronx-based establishment’s restricted TikTok comments section.
The living museum has, too, disabled commenting beneath Instagram footage of Elliott, an associate curator, spotlighting its cherry blossoms, video that’s garnered over 101,000 views. Guardrails have also been placed on a separate post, which has amassed more than 99,000 views, featuring the flower-whisperer and bushels of snowdrop blooms.
Representatives for the New York Botanical Garden, as well as Chris Elliott himself, were not immediately available to respond to The Post’s request for a comment.
Still, screenshots of the lusty filtrations and adulations being hurled his way online — just before NYBG closed the virtual floodgates — speak for themselves.
“There’s no way that man is single,” fawned a fan beneath a clip of Elliott, wearing a super snug pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
“Well, hello Chris,” howled another hot-to-trot onlooker, punctuating their fondness for the chap with a set of gawking emoji eyes.
“Babe, YOU’RE one of my favorite orchids,” catcalled another.
The X user, who originally called out the questionable comments, posted a follow-up tweet applauding NYBG for putting an end to the hooting, conceded that the messages were “Mostly polite, but some not, and NONE about actual flowers he was talking about.”
“I’m glad they decided to discourage this and keep him safe online by closing comments,” continued the concerned tipster. “He’s just trying to do his job.”
It’s the curse of attractiveness. And it’s not exclusive to women.
While “pretty privilege” — unmerited favor granted to only the good-looking people of the world — is often considered a benefit to head-turners like Leah Halton, recently hailed the “most beautiful girl alive” by online admirers, it’s a seemingly rosy perk that’s actually riddled with thorns, according to recipients.
Hordes of hotties, both guys and gals, have openly blamed their beauty — be it their faces, bodies or both — for acting as a filter that bars them from making genuine connections with others.
Well-endowed men of the trending “catching print” craze — a phenomenon aimed at teaching women to assess a man’s penis size by the budge (or lack thereof) of his crotch — have, too, felt the uncomfortable burn of objectification.
“I got print-profiled,” griped a male victim in a viral video. “A girl walks up to me and she looks at me…all of a sudden her eye go down.”
“I said, ‘Ma’am, my eyes are up here,’” he recalled. “I said, ‘Ma’am, you just objectified me.’”
“You just sexualized me.”
