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August 18, 2008 at 12:04 pm Posted in secks |

Dooce’s post today is about “The List,” the 5-10 famous persons your sigother gives you a pass on screwing if you were ever to have the opportunity.  My friends Arturo and Lesley both have lists that they have maintained and shared (and the fact that Arturo recently removed Racheal Ray from the list to make room for PJ Harvey perfectly sums up the dichotomy that is his personality), but outside of that it’s not really something I’ve spent a lot time thinking about or adhering to for myself.

I know in the past Jake Gyllenhaal and Ron Livingston were on my list, but Ronnie’s gotten puffy recently, and I just can’t get past Jake’s whiny boy-voice.  It’s a funny thing to think about (kind of like a grown-up version of MASH), so I tried to come up with a revised version of the list this morning, but I’m not having much luck.  Christian Bale and Michael Phelps for sure (I’m totally joining Dooce on that Olympic bandwagon; there’s something about that wingspan, man), but other than that I’m drawing a blank.  Mr. Bale obviously satisifies the exotic, brooding, intelligent requirements (have you heard the man speak in his native accent?), whereas Phelps has the hot bod, but he can’t articulate to save his life and from the neck up he’s a total goofball.  I do love me a goofball, though.

Okay, I think I came up with five.  In a very particular order:

1. Christian Bale

2. Ryan Gosling

3. Clive Owen

4. Mark Ruffalo

5.  Michael Phelps

Surprisingly enough, there are no musicians on that list.  I can’t really place why that is, but perhaps it’s because I listen to music that I like, not shit that I can get all fangirl over because the lead singer is mass totes hot yet the band makes music that only a 14-year old girl could love.

But that’s a topic for another post.