Boys

Working in an office entirely comprised of women and gay men, the topic of men comes up often. When we have big meetings with outsiders, a few of my friends will point out the cutest of the group. Others tell me which stars they have crushes on.

My tastes in boys are a little eclectic (my imaginary boyfriends include Barack Obama, Ira Glass, Johnny Depp, Craig Thompson, Jon Stewart, and after some recent The O.C. watching, Adam Brody), so I can expect others to make interesting choices. . .

But I never see what others see. The men they point out are never people that I find particularly attractive. These guys are average-looking at best. I suppose it speaks well of the world that we are not all ingrained with one universal beauty standard.

Case in point: Rambo Amadeus. He joined the band for one song during the Grupa Kal concert I went to last Friday night with some friends. One of my companions, a friend down from Novi Sad, told me that she thinks he's "sooooo hot." He's not bad-looking by any means & is talented musically and is good politically. I suppose that his music and coining of the term turbo-folk might make him a worthy crush-object, but on his physical attributes alone. . . not so much.