It’s that time of the year again! (I feel like I say that at least once a month.) It’s the time where People Magazine crowns their Sexiest Man Alive.
This year, as I’m sure you’ve all heard by now, the honor was bestowed upon the one and only David Beckham. Posh and Becks are my favorite Hollywood power couple and have been for a long time so I’m abnormally proud of Davey. That, and really, Matthew McConaughey and Bradley Cooper do nothing for me.
As pleased as I am that David and his tattoos are gracing the cover, I of course, would love to talk about some other men who could easily take the title. If you haven’t figured out by now that this post is simply an excuse for me to oogle the hotties of Hollywood, then you are obviously new here. And if you did figure that out, well, duh. Why did you think I started a blog in the first place? #myblogmyrules.
I tried hard to think of men I haven’t drooled over on here before. Well, not that hard, obviously. I’d really be remiss if I didn’t include my bae, Tom Hardy. I love Tom because he’s versatile. He looks good in whatever way he presents himself. Clean shaven, scruffy, homeless, secret agent – I’ll take them all. Except his Myspace phase. We didn’t forget those pictures, Tommy. Remember, the internet is forever.
I don’t always watch football, but when I do it’s for the Giants (go Big Blue!)so to include a Patriot on this list is making me itch. The Patriots are, and I can say this because I am a Yankee fan, the Yankees of football. They’re arrogant, overpaid and overhyped. Tom Brady and Bill Belichick are crybabies. no me gusta. Their only redeeming quality is their wide receiver, Julian Edelman. I don’t know if he’s any good and honestly, I don’t care. I’ll just stare at him in his tight little pants the whole game, thankyouverymuch.
If you gave up on Grey’s Anatomy when Shonda killed Derek then you might not know who this fine young man is. Unless he came on before Derek met his end – I really can’t remember. Anyway, Giacomo Gianniotti is basically the only thing keeping me invested in that show. He was born in Rome- buongiorno, hotstuff- so he’s got the whole foreign thing going on. Except for my Canadian friends because that’s where he grew up. #proudtobeanamerican.
Apparently my type is “guys who look like they should be in ads for watches”.
I was going to include this in my Friday Five post but who knows if I’ll remember to write it. god, i suck. Anyway, I cannot stop listening to Adele’s new song, When We Were Young. I told myself not to listen, just wait until the album comes out. Yea, ok. I actually found myself swaying to it while I was writing this post. I’ll leave the video here so you can get all obsessed too. you’re welcome.
What do you think? Did I make good choices?
I’m linking up today with Running with Spoons!