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I just clicked a link on my People.com daily email...
And promptly forgot cos I looked up to the TV to see James Purefoy totally fucking naked courtesy of Rome. Did not see such things this weekend. There are worse people to see naked, but I think I could've lived without it. Gratuitous, Auntie Beeb, very gratuitous.
Anyway, not entirely unrelated, this People thing. 2005's Sexiest Men Alive, which by the name alone cuts out most of the people I could give a rat's arse about... so I'm flicking through it. Matthew McConaughey, snore. Patrick Dempsey, blah. Viggo Mortensen, again. Vince Vaughn, from a certain angle on a cloudy day, I suppose. Terrence Howard, don't know the dude. Nick Lachey, wtf. Heath Ledger, understandable. Daniel Dae Kim, well I haven't seen Lost so I don't know. Keith Urban, who the fuck? but looks like one of Busted. Ian McShane, wha.... Ian McShane? Ian Leatherface McShane? IAN LOVEJOY MCSHANE? Seriously America, what are you thinking? Do you need to be told about the early 90s horror that was Lovejoy? A shitey Sunday night extravaganza of antique dealing and gently-gently detectiveness and the HORROR, the UNBRIDLED HORROR of the blazer-jeans combination. The CURLY FUCKING MULLET.
Please people, and indeed People, do not let this pass. I'm not ageist, I'm anti-fuckwit. He's a cool enough guy, but one of the sexiest alive this year? No, no, no.