Maxim-less

I'm at home sick today. The bad part about that is that I'm actually sick. I managed to catch an annoying cough which is rapidily morphing into a head cold and making my whole body feel achey.

So, instead of going to Central Park, having my nails done, shopping, or seeing a movie, I'm lying on my couch, medicated and puffy, trying very hard to will myself to feel better, while watching HBO movies, VH-1, MTV, and daytime TV. These days are usually so much fun, minus the feeling sick part.

So as not to make the day a total waste, I'm doing laundry and trying to tidy up, in between collapsing back on the couch. I even baked Raj a treat. Shhhhh, don't tell.

In between laundry loads, I happened to catch VH-1's 100 Hottest Maxim Women. I may have butchered the title, but you get the idea. I was of course entranced and watched most of the whole show, visually peeling away the layers of perfectly done make-up and air brushing, opining to myself whether I thought each of the women were all that.

According to Maxim, Eva Longoria is the hottest women in the world for the second time in a row. Putting aside the question of why Maxim thinks it's qualified to judge the women of the world, I agree that Eva, along with most of the women on its list were all beautiful and sexy, particularly when touched up and posed just so.

What's nice to remember at times like this, is that women - even if their name is Eva Longoria and they have a 100 ft picture of their bikini clad self out in the desert that aliens can see from space - do not walk around in the light of day looking the same as they do when spread out across the glossy pages of magazines. As the picture above illustrates, Eva Longoria is a mortal woman who doesn't go around looking like a sex goddess every minute of the day.

Thanks Eva!