This dude is from Los Angeles, which probably explains why he is the worst. Still, I know this type of a guy is a “thing” for some dudettes, so I’ll let him hang.
(All via yamabushi.wordpress.com)
Wide-On Party
Ok, an American boy. My hope is that he went out and bought those boxers specifically for this picture. He has the slightest stummy hanging over the band of his Joe Boxers which somehow makes him more loveable (a lot of Fixie Boys are nothing but sinewy muscle over bone, which while being painfully gorgeous, is also very intimidating). Please also note the magnetic poetry on the fridge. Bonus points.
Another Swiss boy. Same apartment? With a bookshelf and a turntable! I’m drooling.
So the secrets out: Fixie boys are to me as half-Japanese girls are to Rivers Cuomo (they do it for me every time). I know, I know they are the worst…with their funny little pants, silly hats, and occasionally shaved calves. But there is something so adorable and refreshing about a bunch of boys riding their bikes at night, refreshing themselves with PBR on the way to Taco Tuesday. They are like some post-college fraternity. And they get so proud of themselves after they U-Lock all of their bikes in to crazy-tall formations using only one traffic sign in front of the bar. They are my weakness. And this boy is from Switzerland. And I am done.
While it has been suggested that Mr. Banhart is actually a walking boner-slayer, every girl I have ever met would disagree when it comes to ze wide-on.
Dirty boys for life!
Sorry its been awhile. We got stuck on the jury of the trial of deciding whether or not Russell Brand was the female-equilivant of being bone-worthy. It was tough. Its been weeks of being sequestered on the second floor of the Ramada by the airport, surviving solely on egg salad sandwiches. While the Prosecution’s main argument revolved around the question, “Did you see the MTV awards?” the defense did us in with their closing point, “But did you see Forgetting Sarah Marshall?!” So they totally won. Even though he is a bit of a dandy, we would totally fancy a shag with this biscuit.
(We tried to incorporate the term “hung jury” in to a pun of sorts, but failed miserably. Any help on the matter would be greatly appreciated.)
OMG changed my profile picture. It’s way better than taking stock in what is your totally mediocre life.
OMG. Ahem. Yeah. (See also: V-neck sweaters, Budweiser)
BONUS!
Once, at a show at the Troubadour, I spotted a “normal” dude in a hoodie and jeans amongst all the alt-bros. I had the overwhelming urge to go up and give him a hug. Why? Because just the sight of him made me so comfortable. Same thing happens at the sight of Paul Rudd. This is a dude you could hang out with, wearing sweats in your apartment, drinking Stellas, eating pizza, and watching re-runs of M*A*S*H for hours before making-out (for hours). This man is perfection.
Sidenote: How fucking lucky were they to cast him in Clueless? If it were any other actor it would have just been creepy that the college-aged step-brother hooks up with his 16-year-old former step-sister to take her virginity. But they had Paul Rudd! Way to go, Cher!
