S-E-X-Y L-I-V-I-N

People magazine recently announced this year's "Sexiest Man Alive", and the winner is....Matthew McConaughey. Now, I've had some issues with People's choices in the past. They either pick no-brainers like Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt, or they go with some goober like Mark Harmon. I'm still wondering why John Travolta has never won. He wins my Sexiest Man Alive Award every year, but I just publish this lowly blog, not a ginormous, mainstream magazine so no one cares. At any rate, I can't find anything to complain about this year. Matthew is hot. Damn hot. That smile. That hair. That draaaaawl. I think part of his appeal is that he seems like a regular fella. He's like that one out of place, genetically blessed guy living in the little hick town, unaware of his stunning studliness who all the girls drool over while he's out driving around shirtless on his John Deere.

Of course, that story a while back about him getting high and playing the bongos naked didn't do anything to turn most of us ladies off! In searching for a pic of Matthew for this entry, I was really hoping to come across a shot of that. Didn't any of his idiot neighbors have the motivation to get the camera out and try to zoom in through the blinds? If I lived next door to him, I...well, I better not dwell on that fantasy.

I thought he and Sandra Bullock made a cute couple. They kind of looked like the popular-but-nice high school steadies all grown up. Unfortunately, it's been reported that the sexy Texan is now dating Penelope Cruz. I can't stand that chick.

Still, no matter who he's dating or how famous he becomes or how hot he is, Matthew McConaughey will always be Wooderson* to me. And I love Wooderson. He was hot. Even with that porn star hair and mustache and the pink pants, he was hot. It's hard to look truly hot in '70s garb. But he pulled it off.

Alright, alright, alriiiight.

*If you don't know what I'm talking about, drop what you're doing and go rent Dazed and Confused. Now.