Forget about that, though. I was reading Women's Health, which, by the way, is a great magazine. No kidding. Great editorial. Nice design. Even the ads were good. Somehow, they manage to go beyond the usual three-Pilates-moves-that-will-migrate-your-ass-up-to-your-shoulder-blades. They have my respect.
This month, they dispel the myth that women have a sexual prime in their 40s. Or, really, ever. Yes, I was upset too. I'm 38, fer Chrissake! I've been waiting, dammit!
Luckily, the writer, Vicki Glembocki, is on our side. As a sort of proof that this cockamamie idea can't be true, she offers up her defense: the endless appeal of the hot men calendar. Excuse me, the imaginary hot men calendar. You know, that one.
To wit: Starsky. I know he has a real name, but I prefer to think of him as just Starsky. He was my Mr. January for the better part of the 1970s. Maybe still is. I dunno.
See? Isn't he just hotness? You just wanna be a perp so this adorable mensch will chase you and slap the cuffs on.
Also: Harrison Ford, but only in Raiders I and all the Star Wars (Warses?). Ed Harris -- lifetime calendar membership (see: The Abyss. Those knuckles!). Eric Bana most of the time. Ben Stiller (current iteration of Starsky). Did I say Starsky?
Anyone?
11 comments:
Let me get this straight. You have a fashion-obsessed preschooler and a new baby AND you're writing books? Do you cry every night? Do you nip at the cooking sherry? Honey, I want to package up Starsky, put a big bow on his head and have him delivered to you like a big bouquet of man-flowers.
I love Ed Harris. Also Bill Clinton. Oh, and Colin Firth (but only as Mark Darcy in Bridget Jones' Diary). And every fireman in New York City.
Oops, I forgot Tommy Lee Jones, and Peter Krause in Six Feet Under. I am a fantasy-man floozy!
hey its tara, here is the website i was talking about where i made the extra summer cash.......... the website is here
Whew, thank god Tara let us know how she made extra cash this summer.
I love me some Chris Cooper - but circa Lone Star and Scott Glenn circa Silverado.
Hotness.
Oh, and the next time I bitch about anything related to time vs. the writing. Kim, you have the option of smacking me in the face.
Hello ladies! I'm ashamed to admit that I've been obsessed with Chris Noth long before he became Mr. Big. I used to drool over him in early '90s Law & Order episodes when, as Detective Mike Logan, he was the hottest and cockiest sidekick good ol' Lenny Briscoe ever had. Now he's back on Law & Order: Criminal Intent, and my crush rages on. Yet one more reason to be jealous of Carrie Bradshaw. :-) He can be my Mr. January any day.
I have to agree with both Harrison Ford and Colin Firth. Also, Hugh Grant. Who can resist? I also admit to an illogical crush on John Hannah, but only in Sliding Doors (where he plays the perfect man, James Hammerton). Matthew McConaughey (duh). Patrick Dempsey (*sigh*). Finally, George Clooney: yesterday, today and forever.
Oh, totally, Kristin...John Hannah...that accent.
His speech in Four Weddings and a Funeral? Freaking killlllls me.
Love. He.
Oh my gosh, Liza, I am SUCH a sucker for accents. British. Australian. Irish. Italian. French. Belgian. Scottish. They all reduce me to a pathetic, weak-in-the-knees schoolgirl.
quite frankly, working is like a vacation after you have kids. to wit: you don't have to talk to anyone and you have the privilege of peeing alone.
everyone: it's amazing. i think we have the same calendar! daniel craig in munich, anyone? (those jeans!)
thanks to lauren, i now have a new title for my autobiography, should i ever earn one: "awaiting starsky."
Daniel Craig...in anything?! Shit, when he was in Sylvia?! And even Layer Cake...not to mention Bond, where he definitely took that character to a different level.
And Munich...I have to say, though, that Eric Bana took that movie for me...even over Ciarin Hinds - who was innnncredible in Persuasion.
Kristin....shudder, accents. Sigh. But, I've gotta say that the Scottish accent in particular....the rolling r's...sigh.
Years ago, long before the Mr. Big days, during the height of Law & Order, my husband was out near Central Park when he saw Chris Noth. Knowing he now had a way to push my buttons till the end of time, he came home and told me all about it, especially the part about Chris being ALL SWEATY FROM WORKING OUT. To this day DH can just say "Sweaty Chris Noth" and I'm disappointed all over again.
Oh Lauren, now your husband has succeeded in torturing me too. Sweaty Chris Noth??? Great. Just great. Now I won't get any work done today! ;-)
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