I don't know about you, but between swine flu, the upcoming release of the movie 2012, and the continued existence of Spencer and Heidi, I'm a little concerned about the apocalypse. By which I mean, I'm a little concerned that THE END DAYS ARE NIGH.
Tomorrow is Halloween. Who among you is headed out with a fake Edward attached to your neck? Don't look at me that way. You totally know that you would.
Or are you more of a werewolf girl?
I love the television show Glee. I make no secret of this. I make no secret of the fact that I think that it is chock-full of candylicious awesome. I make no secret of the fact that I would quite happily lick Mr. Schuster, Finn or Puck.
(Ah, Puck. Last night, as you sang Sweet Caroline, I wanted to reach through my TV screen and grab you by the collar and EAT YOU WHOLE.)
Because, seriously. I didn't do last week's edition justice. I forgot two of the THE MOST YUMTASTIC academicky hero types in television history.
Can you guess who they are?
CAN YOU?
(*taps chalk on blackboard*)
So the other day I reviewed the latest Dan Brown novel over at our sister shopping site, WeCovet, and I was bitching a little bit about the main character, Robert Langdon, when it occurred to me that my real problem with the character isn't so much that he's a preening, unlikable doofus with a totally made-up academic specialization, but that he's all of those things when he could have been so much more! I mean, really. The swashbuckling academic-slash-adventurer? The buttoned-up professor who all of sudden becomes a hero when he's compelled by some fascinating intellectual mystery or opportunity for world-changing discovery to become a bad-guy whupping hero? That guy (or gal, although there aren't many female versions of this character) is AWESOME.
Robert Langdon is not awesome. He's wishy-washy and totally bad at making decisions and is really no better at symbol reading or code-breaking than were the Hardy Boys. And he can't read Latin. Which, really, even if there were such a thing as Symbology as an academic field - which there's not - one wouldn't even get past the qualifying stage of one's doctorate without being able to read the language that is central to the field of one's study. (/academic rant.)
All of which is to say: LOSER. His adventures are cool; him, not so much.
But it got me thinking: who are the awesomest Professor-Adventurers in pop-culture history?
Yeah, I know. It maybe wasn't the most prudent thing, indulging in hanky panky with people he worked with while he was in a long-term relationship, but bad judgment or not, David Letterman is still our Late Night Television Boyfriend, for now and for always.
Because, seriously. There is just no-one, NO-ONE, cooler than him. Wandering penis or not.
The fall season brings a crop of shiny new shows to bite into and this fall season has brought us a bushel of television entertainment that is chock-full of yum.
To wit...
A big FEC welcome to Isabel of AlphaMom, who so enjoyed giving confession here the other day that she was just compelled to KEEP ON GIVING...
(The lady has a serious thing for crime procedurals and kicky singer/dancer types. There's a joke here somewhere about CSI: The Musical! but I can't quite find it.)
Presenting... Isabel's crime fighting, ditty-singing, high-kicking candy!
Because why wait until Friday to contemplate cougar bait?Stefania (aka CityMama) and Cat (aka BadKitty) are loud and proud 40whatevers and clever girls, and their taste in young men, as you'll see, sometimes runs to the controversial (note well - nary a Cullen among their choices. I KNOW.) Herewith, courtesy of Stefania and Cat: cougar bait!
Take it away, ladies...
You know what's creepier than being 40-whatever and having crushes on men half our age? NOTHING! And yet, thanks to Anne Bancroft, who was younger than we are now when she vamped it up as Mrs. Robinson (best. hair. ever.), we think it's okay to admit that we're crushin' just a little bit (we're not proud, okay?) on these dudes. Dudes who are so young, so pretty...and in 4 out of 5 cases, so incredibly puerile and vapid that we just...just want them to shut up and look pretty.
On Wednesday we heard the Pop Culture Confessions of Michelle Lamar, WhiteTrashMom and Editorial Director of MyGloss. Her sins did not disappoint and for this edition of Friday Eye Candy she knocked it out of the park. Let's just say that she turned Friday Eye Candy on it's ear this week.
From here on in it's all in Michelle words:
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It's hard to be a modern mom. As card carrying slacker mom, I try to find reasons to find the glass half full, as far as evaluating my performance as a mother!
Earlier this week you read the Pop Culture Confessions from Liz of Mom-101 fame. Her sins included gems like Rock of Love and Fish Heads and that's not exactly eye-candy material right there. But Liz's last confession on that list was very revealing and plays a huge role in her ideas of visual confectionery.
Remember how earlier this week we tricked Jenny The Bloggess into spilling her pop culture confessions, all without even having to buy a single drink?
Yes, well obviously Jenny can be fooled twice and now we are proud to present Friday Eye Candy: The Bloggess Edition.
Ed Note: Our guest author, Alli from Mrs. Fussypants, hit an unexpected snag with deadlines this week, and so asked her friend Mary Anne to fill in for her. And though we're sad to miss out on Alli's Eye Candy, I think you'll agree that Mary Anne more than rises to hte challenge with her picks (swoooooon).
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Hi everyone, it's Mary Anne from The Stiletto Mom stepping in for the fabulous Alli Worthington today on Friday Eye Candy. Alli is super busy plus she doesn't waste all her time drooling over thoughtfully researching the topic of hot guys like I do.
Today, Backpacking Dad -- humanitarian, philanthropist, dude with Elizabethan facial hair -- mourns the loss of the great writer/director John Hughes and the eye candy that sprung to life on the silver screen from his brain:
John Hughes died. I had an entire post written about all the nerdy girls I love to watch on TV and in movies (Natalie Portman, Alyson Hannigan….) and then John Hughes died.
What an asshole.
But…he was responsible for some defining moments in my cultural maturation. He directed some landmark pieces of teen cinema, and he was also the screenwriter for so many more. So, partly in thanks, but mostly in order to think back on some women who showed me that it is possible to be attracted to the middle-aged married dude and to sell tuna with a heart, I give you Backpacking Dad’s Friday Eye Candy: The Women in John Hughes’ Head Edition.
Someone stole Edward. Someone stole Edward HARD. And we need you to help us find him.
(We don't necessarily want him back, mind you. I mean, who knows what's been done to him? Unsanitary things, no doubt. We just want to know, you know?)
You can get the full story at the OH HAI WHERE IN THE WORLD IS SPARKLECORN EDWARD page, but in the meantime, today's FEC is devoted to reminding you what he looks like.
Because we're all - mostly - together in Chicago, we figured that this week's Eye Candy should be pure, uncut MamaPop. You know, because it goes down better that way.
Obviously, this guy is Eye Candy Number One around here:
But we also like...
Hello! Angella here, reporting for Eye Candy duty. I don't even know if this can even count as "duty" because talking about dudes that I think are hot? And gazing upon photos of them unabashedly? NOT A TOUGH TASK. If there are those out there who would give me a "tsk, tsk" because I am married, know this: my husband and I discuss out "Top Five" all of the time. We believe in God and like to admire His Creation.
*Dodges lightning bolt*
Here are the dudes who are currently on my (unlaminated) (because I'm fickle) Top Five list:
1. Josh Duhamel
No explanation needed. AMIRITE?
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