So, Um... About That New Thing in The Sidebar...
It's like this … I have this hottie list.
And I don’t mean this like the time Syah tipsily admitted that men with white hair and cute butts turned her on, despite this being a difficult combination to find. I mean an actual, ranked hottie list.
It’s strange, but true. (Although I suppose it would be even weirder for me to admit that I have two hottie lists –one for women and one for men, not that you really want to know about that so, you know, moving on, lalalala.)
The whole thing started when my youngest brother started ranking his hotties and coming to me with updates on who was in and who was out. Soon (and I don’t mean conciously) I started ranking people myself… and then, the whole thing just blew out of proportion when we started comparing hottie lists on a weekly basis.
The thing is, while this is no doubt weird behaviour, it took me only a little while to realise that this is weird behaviour that can be shared! I mean, apart from Miea of the Shorts who has a long and lucious hottie list (albeit not ranked), I haven’t met anyone who has admitted outright to having one (even though a friend of mine used to keep an unofficial catalogue of all the guys she liked including what buses they took home and sometimes even where they lived – but that’s another tale for another time).
My point is: come on Minnasan! Tout le Monde! People of the world! Say it loud! Say it proud! Share the hotness with us all!
Show off your hottie lists because:
a) They are utterly useless
b) It is surprisingly therapeutic compiling them
The rules are that:
1) Anyone can be on the list so long as they are famous (it is no use telling us you like C. Govindasamy son of Pillai from the University of Pondicherry because we will have no clue who you are yakking about, even if he is a whizz with computers and holds his moustache up with wax).
2) The top five people on the list should (preferably) be ranked. The rest are just dripping with general hotness if you get my drift.
3) The list can be changed and rearranged at anytime.
Behold!
On my current line up I have, standing at number five, Mr Antonio Banderas.
I mean, the man is a macho-yet-graceful feline and a lithe dancer all in one tight-buttocked package. The fact that he made women round the world melt by lending his accent to a goddamn CGI cat is no mean feat either.
And currently holding fort at number four, is the timeless Gene Kelly who could sing, act and made tap-dancing look sexy. Unlike Fred Astaire, he ditched the coat tails (all the better to look at your arse, my dear) and when he began prancing about in these great sweater- tight jeans combinations, no one complained.
Number three is the ever present Rufus Wainwright, who despite driving his car on the wrong side of the road, continues to have a large female following, including yours truly and I believe one Ms Selvakumar whose first name I will leave to the imagination...
A new entry at number two is a certain Mr Matthew Modine, who started off cute in a geeky, wiry way and is now still cute in a more mature, Anthony Perkins vein. Three words, ladies, three words: Full. Metal. Jacket.
And finally, at number one, there is a tie between this man:
and this man:
For the life of me, I can’t seem to decide between a man who makes looking scruffy and wearing eyeliner (Eyeliner, for the love of Mike!) beautiful or a man who wrote a song in which half the chorus consisted of heavy breathing and still managed to make us like it. If you can figure out a way to break the tie, you’re welcome to let me know, but you know, take your time about it. I’m really in no hurry to whittle it down!
I do realise that there is a slight problem in that two of the guys are dead and one is gay. I hate to say it, but I continue to tend towards people in both categories… sad, but true. I am the original necrophiliac-fag-hag.
List alumni include Pierce Brosnan, Kevin Richardson, Ronan Keating, Hugh Jackman and during a rather short, dubious, possibly alcohol-induced period of time, Harrison Ford, for which I wash my hands of all responsibility.
And I don’t mean this like the time Syah tipsily admitted that men with white hair and cute butts turned her on, despite this being a difficult combination to find. I mean an actual, ranked hottie list.
It’s strange, but true. (Although I suppose it would be even weirder for me to admit that I have two hottie lists –one for women and one for men, not that you really want to know about that so, you know, moving on, lalalala.)
The whole thing started when my youngest brother started ranking his hotties and coming to me with updates on who was in and who was out. Soon (and I don’t mean conciously) I started ranking people myself… and then, the whole thing just blew out of proportion when we started comparing hottie lists on a weekly basis.
The thing is, while this is no doubt weird behaviour, it took me only a little while to realise that this is weird behaviour that can be shared! I mean, apart from Miea of the Shorts who has a long and lucious hottie list (albeit not ranked), I haven’t met anyone who has admitted outright to having one (even though a friend of mine used to keep an unofficial catalogue of all the guys she liked including what buses they took home and sometimes even where they lived – but that’s another tale for another time).
My point is: come on Minnasan! Tout le Monde! People of the world! Say it loud! Say it proud! Share the hotness with us all!
Show off your hottie lists because:
a) They are utterly useless
b) It is surprisingly therapeutic compiling them
The rules are that:
1) Anyone can be on the list so long as they are famous (it is no use telling us you like C. Govindasamy son of Pillai from the University of Pondicherry because we will have no clue who you are yakking about, even if he is a whizz with computers and holds his moustache up with wax).
2) The top five people on the list should (preferably) be ranked. The rest are just dripping with general hotness if you get my drift.
3) The list can be changed and rearranged at anytime.
Behold!
On my current line up I have, standing at number five, Mr Antonio Banderas.
I mean, the man is a macho-yet-graceful feline and a lithe dancer all in one tight-buttocked package. The fact that he made women round the world melt by lending his accent to a goddamn CGI cat is no mean feat either.
And currently holding fort at number four, is the timeless Gene Kelly who could sing, act and made tap-dancing look sexy. Unlike Fred Astaire, he ditched the coat tails (all the better to look at your arse, my dear) and when he began prancing about in these great sweater- tight jeans combinations, no one complained.
Number three is the ever present Rufus Wainwright, who despite driving his car on the wrong side of the road, continues to have a large female following, including yours truly and I believe one Ms Selvakumar whose first name I will leave to the imagination...
A new entry at number two is a certain Mr Matthew Modine, who started off cute in a geeky, wiry way and is now still cute in a more mature, Anthony Perkins vein. Three words, ladies, three words: Full. Metal. Jacket.
And finally, at number one, there is a tie between this man:
and this man:
For the life of me, I can’t seem to decide between a man who makes looking scruffy and wearing eyeliner (Eyeliner, for the love of Mike!) beautiful or a man who wrote a song in which half the chorus consisted of heavy breathing and still managed to make us like it. If you can figure out a way to break the tie, you’re welcome to let me know, but you know, take your time about it. I’m really in no hurry to whittle it down!
I do realise that there is a slight problem in that two of the guys are dead and one is gay. I hate to say it, but I continue to tend towards people in both categories… sad, but true. I am the original necrophiliac-fag-hag.
List alumni include Pierce Brosnan, Kevin Richardson, Ronan Keating, Hugh Jackman and during a rather short, dubious, possibly alcohol-induced period of time, Harrison Ford, for which I wash my hands of all responsibility.
Now, for the first time in my life, I am tagging everyone on my links list! Show us yours, folks!
She said, she said at 1:16 pm
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