My Weekend Crush

I am, like pretty much every red-blooded mammal on the planet, wildly attracted to Christina Hendricks. The hips, the hair, the skin, and – let's not be coy – the cleavage so otherworldly that not only does it have its own gravitational pull, but its own distinct atmosphere complete with micro-climates and changing seasons. All of it is totally working for me.

Which is interesting considering I don't watch “Mad Men.” Look, I know the show is a wonderfully acted, smartly written and beautifully rendered representations of a certain time and place. But I simply can't handle the oppressive misogyny built into its core. I realize, also, that it is filled with strong and impressive female characters. There have always been strong and impressive women, no matter the age. But the claustrophobia of the time and the stiflingness of that reality make the show hard for me to watch.

Christina, on the other hand, is easy to watch. Delicious to watch. Quite possibly the evolutionary reason humans were given eyes. And I know this is an odd thing to notice given all of her other outrageous attributes, but I think she has the cutest chin. That little dimple, God, it's so perfectly kissable. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. That scene where she implicitly rejects without rejecting her roommate's declaration of love, well, that's the stuff gal gals' hearts have been breaking over for centuries.