Listography – 5 Celebrities I’d Like to Have a Beer With

It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of Kate Takes 5 Listography’s but I’ve always enjoyed them!

I’m pretty sure my list of celebrities I want to have a beer with matches up exactly with my list of celebrities I’d like to bang, but hey you have to start with the alcohol first right?

1. Ryan Gosling Because I stop breathing when I see a photo of him. Hopefully during our beer that won’t be as big of a problem. Plus, he wants to have kids and I make amazing babies.

2. Leonardo DiCaprio He only gets better with age. Plus, we could discuss all of the amazing movies he’s been in recently and what its like to be the new favorite of Scorsese.

3.  Zachary Quinto Now that Heroes has been canceled, I feel like he would be more likely to actually have a drink with me without needing to have security guards or something. I find him unbelievably attractive. Even as Spock.

4. Josh Holloway I need him to explain some of LOST to me, and we can argue about who was the better suitor for Sawyer. Kate or Juliet?

5. Mila Kunis. I figured I’d need to have a girl on my list. and honestly, if I were to get with a girl (again) it would be Mila. For certain. We can talk about Black Swan.

Wow, this is the closest I’ve come to feeling like I have a type.

Ew Heidi

So slightly behind on the times about commenting on this. But Heidi Montag GROSSES me out. I’ll admit I watch the Hills occasionally when its on MTV. It’s a guilty pleasure, and prior to meeting Spencer (the epitome of a douchebag/tool) I thought she was pretty great. Even with evil Spencer I still somewhat liked her, but now. Well. Ew.

She was always beautiful even prior to her first plastic surgery when she got a nose job and breast implants. But this last time, at twenty fucking three she got 10 different plastic surgeries. She looks beyond fake and gross. It’s gross that someone so beautiful and young would elect to do ridiculous things like have their ears pinned back. Or spend such ludicrous amounts of money when she could’ve donated it to say, Haiti, but just the simple fact that she is so proud of herself and “obsessed” with plastic surgery that grosses me out.

What is she going to look like in 20 years if at 23 she thought she needed 10 procedures?

Watch this ABC video in which she barely moves her face, proudly discusses her surgeries, skims the question about what kind of message she’s sending to young girls, and refuses to sing (but spent 2 million of her own dollars to produces her debut album cleverly named “Superficial”. It’s probably because if you listen to the songs you’d see that 90% of it is computer made)

Marilyn or Jackie

I’ve been thinking about the whole concept of Marilyn or Jackie since well at least since the comment on Mad Men, but probably long before that as well. Today I read a blog post that I think summed up the Marilyn/Jackie thing wonderfully.

There are many things I don’t like to think about because the not knowing would drive me crazy (life on other planets, creation of man, religion, etc) but I feel like understanding myself is something that I can learn in my lifetime so I often struggle with trying to define myself especially when I seem to always be so conflicting. I feel like I often have a split personality because I feel so passionate about so many things that contradict one another. What I want changes every second, consistency is something I don’t remotely have. I’m genuinely struggling to decide who I am and who I want to be.

I tend to often define myself by men or through men. Something my therapist is convinced has to do with deep seeded daddy issues. I think its more than that. I feel reconciled on some level with my father. I know I will never be good enough for him and that’s fine. Sure I hate feeling ignored by him, but on some level I don’t really care anymore. If he’s not paying attention to me than he’s not hurting me.

But I like attention. A lot. And Power and Control. I’ve blogged about all of those things. And sex is the best way for me to get it. I like having people look at me, desire me. And if I’m in the mood I will play to that crowd, I will be a Marilyn. But I’d say 70% of the time I’m a Jackie. I might be a Marilyn pretending to be a Jackie, but I”m damn good at it. I will fix your dinner, clean our house, entertain our guests and put our children to bed. I will lay around in my jammies and watch Lost for hours (though I’m not sure that’s either Marilyn or Jackie behavior) but I have this desire to walk into a bar wearing black thigh high boots, tiny red shorts, a black leather jacket and a whip. I love the concept of someone watching me have sex or posing in Playboy. I like to exploit my sexuality (sometimes).

Its that caveat. That’s “sometimes”. Because I want to be a Jackie too. I love to decorate my house and bake cakes, and throw parties and I could watch Bear laugh all day. And I want more kids. I want a big family. A huge Christmas at my house where I prepare all of the food. I want that.

I want to be some sort of Jackie/Marilyn superhero. Jackie by day, Marilyn by night.

But I don’t want to be Marilyn in my bedroom, I want to be Marilyn at the party, at the bar, in your bedroom. I want to be Jackie to my husband and Marilyn to the crowd. It goes along with this deep desire to be famous, to be known. I don’t want to sit in my cube at work unknown by the world, I hate the famous actresses that are my age and younger. How did they do it? What do they have that I don’t?

It’s fear. It’s fear that holds me back. Fear of actually pursuing dreams I have in fear that I will fail, be ridiculed or that I will simply change my mind.

So instead I do fail. I fail everyday when I sit back and let the Jackie side of me always win.

Goofy Grin, Evil Man

I have discovered that when I look at someone that I find extremely attracted I get a goofy stupid grin on my face. As demonstrated by the goofy grin on my face as I did research for this post. My intention was to post about two celebrities that I find extremely attractive and in the process of locating pictures of them for this post I discovered that merely looking at a picture of Zachary Quinto (aka Sylar on Heroes) I get a ridiculous look on my face.

This look also occurs in real life, with real non celebrity people. As seen by when David came to interview for the Development Assistant position and I couldn’t refrain from giant grin, and was unable to retract mouth into a normal position for multiple minutes. Luckily, he was not hired as I probably wouldn’t have been able to properly interact with him as his boss otherwise. Could have possibly been some terrible married boss/assistant scandal. What can I say a like my men tall, black and handsome, and he smelled delicious!

Anyway. Kathlyn and I discovered that I don’t put very much value in sex or people’s appearance (even though according to Sam I’m a Marilyn.) Most people use this as a number one indicator in their relationships. In fact one of my closest friends refuses to date someone she connects with amazingly on all levels except for the fact that she’s not attracted to him. To her this is a major stumbling block. To me it would make no difference what so ever. So we’re exploring what I find attractive and sexy.

I apparently really like bad boys. Stereotypical it maybe, but essentially true to the core. Take two of my favorite shows: Lost and Heroes. In both shows there are two male characters that are at standoff with each other. The good guys (Jack and Peter Petrelli) and the bad guys (Sawyer and Sylar/Gabriel Gray) In both case I am completely devastatingly attracted to the bad characters (and generally hate the whiny emotional good guys). In fact immediately when asked to think of someone I found attractive my mind singled out the two of them. In fact my perfect man would likely have Sawyer’s body and Sylar’s face.

I’m swooning.

There is something so evil in Sylar’s eyes that just makes me tingle. What is it that attracts me to someone who’s inherently out to hurt me? I think it’s the fact that I’m extremely ambitious and competitive, I want a struggle. I rarely like that which I don’t work for. Granted, I also don’t want to work particularly too hard, but I hate desperation in men. Confidence is imperative, but not too much bravado. You should know you’re hot, but not showcase it. A real life example would be Sam who I think does this really well, though at times he can be borderline over the top in his self confidence.

Also, I wonder how many times I’ve scrolled up to re look at those pictures. Probably too many.

Anyways, yes, things I find attractive:

• Confidence (I like a man who knows what he wants and is going to get it at all costs)
• Manliness
• Strength (not being needy or a pushover)
• Spontaneity
• I like men who like sports generally
• Athleticism
• Talent in the arts (writing, acting, music)
• Some accents (English, Irish, Australian)

Things I don’t find attractive:

• The opposites of above
• Being overly romantic or emotional (I’m not into emo guys)

I’m not quite sure what that exercise was supposed to teach me other than give me the opportunity to look at pictures of Zachary Quinto.

Southern Hospitality

So there are three men outside of my cube talking. I can’t see any of them as they’re on the other side of my wall, but by their voices I can recognize one of them. I’m practically salivating listening to their conversation. They’re talking about working on cars, and insulation. Not exactly dirty talk, but hearing S’s sexy southern drawl as he talks about Sheetrock has got me slightly hot and bothered.

What can I say? I have a thing for men who are handy. I remember the first time Tim and I walked into Home Depot when we moved into the Falcon Heights house. The smell of the lumbar was enough to get me excited.

I think that’s why I got the hots for Sawyer on LOST he definitely seems like a man who can pull down some Sheetrock with his shirt off and sweat dripping down his tanned toned abs. My oh my, I should get back to work.