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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

Sexiest Men (Not) Alive

People magazine's "Sexiest Men Alive" comes out in November, but I'm going to go ahead and make my projections early: Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, David Beckham. yawn.

Truth be told though, I never found rating living people by their sexiness very interesting. I'm much more interested in how we perceive celebrities once they're dead. Because just like the perception of 'sexy' changes over the years (Mel Gibson won 'sexiest man' in 1985, the first year People ran the issue-- gross), our public perception of the dead changes with time. People adored Elvis Presley, I imagine in 1977 he probably would have won a 'sexiest man (not) alive' competition, but now he's just kind of a fat joke. So, here it is, I opted against a rating system in favor of superlatives, subject to change:

Kimberly's 2010 Dead Sexy List:

James Dean - Taken-before-his-time Sexy
Frank Sinatra - Taken-way-after-his-time Sexy
Marlon Brando - I-didn't-even-know-that-guy-was-dead Sexy
Patrick Swayze - Too soon? Sexy
Cary Grant - Classic movie Sexy
Johnny Cash - Hot-Mess Sexy
And the wild card:
Michael Jackson - Let's-only-remember-the-good-times Sexy

I would have made a Lady List-- but women really loss their appeal once they start lossing their teeth. But, Betty White, you're just waiting in the wing to accept that award, and you know it.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Foot still in mouth

Today, trying my hand at idle conversation, I told a patient she looked well. She told me she was stressed. Hoping to salvage the short answer to my pathetic attempt at conversation, which I should know by now isn't worth it, I said she should be happy, her blood pressure was down the lowest it had been since 2007. She said she was shocked, between having to move and taking care of her husband in the hospital, she was completely worn out. This is the point where I should have stopped. Instead I said,
"Well, I'm sorry to hear about you husband." And then, THIS I should have ended with that. but I said "Is he doing better?" No, she said. He passed in April.

Then I really should have stopped, but out of my mouth flopped "Well, at least he's stable now."