Sep 12, 2008 16:42
My head still can't wrap around the concept of finding Damian Lewis hot. I know, I know, why bother analysing. Just accept it. Except I can't, not really, not when there is a part of my brain that is violently protesting. Well, not violently. Not even particularly vehement. Just sorta kinda quietly wtf. I really don't particularly care for redhead men. Redhead women? RAWR. Bring it on. But perhaps years of watching wrestling has skewed me toward tanned perfection, but at the same time, I don't think wrestling has indoctrinated me, really. I generally tend to find cut male bodies repulsive rather than attractive. You know, Jason Statham's immensely guh body aside, I like pudge on my men. So I think it's just... I don't find the really pale skin that inevitably comes with redheads all that attractive. On men.
So every time I look at a picture of Damian Lewis, there is that half-second. A moment of mental adjustment. And then it's like my brain decides, yeah, this is hot.
Granted, this does not occur when I actually watch him in action, because somehow all that kind of falls to the wayside when he's being awesome, most especially as Charlie, because Charlie Crews is nine thousand kinds of hot. The way he handles his gun? Oh my god, holy fuck. My BFFs always find it intensely amusing that I live in a gun control country and yet I'm a gun nut like an American. It's HOT SHIT, okay? And his KNIFE. Holy fuck, his KNIFE.
I need to do a proper Life pimp post or something, because I realize I randomly started talking about it as though people know what it is already. I need to push this show like a dealer pushes crack.
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